It’s May and it’s raining
and I’m standing at the front door
as if I were the first rain itself
on Eden, blessing and blessed
before there could be
any division between the two,
rejoicing in the scent of rain
and green and singing gratitude
a boy again, rejoicing in the scent of rain on earth,
being, without thought,
all these things
There certainly was something special in the rain today Michael and youve captured it flawlessly, as ever. Awed- Graham
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How in so few words you express the joy of that first rain, the feel and smell of it, is just beautiful...