Thinking of this morning as it rains upon earth, leaving
a sky of gray across Phoenix.
A decidedly aromatic smell of rain, filling my mind with
memories of yesterdays spent in New Jersey as a child.
Wholesome and beautiful times that I had, playing in the
rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have the fragrance if our backyard door is opened..very nice