86: Smell of Rain

86: Smell of Rain 

She loves the smell of rain,
She’ll lie in her bed
And it will wash away her pain
It will clear her head

She’ll listen to the quiet drizzle
Set a smile on her face
Her hair by her face in a frizzle
Her ears following the rain as if in chase.

Softly she’ll close her eyes,
Embrace her memories vivid,
She’ll escape reality with few tries
Before time becomes livid.


~ Serendipitous



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