After the rain has fallen
cool refreshing air moves in
removing the stale air
left behind by a baking sun.
You sit in the early hours
feeling refreshed, rejuvenated
and ready to start another day,
roofs hold a shimmer
from the evening’s rain before
as a comforting feeling
envelopes you as you relax.
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