I smell the rain again
for everything in nature
gives a warning
when change comes
the weathervane spins
before the torrent
when love ends
the air grows cold and gray
before the tears
for everything in nature
gives a warning
I smell the rain again
Wonderful Poem talking of the.. in its subtle works, the force they give to the Very Nature like Love! Without Rains we are hardly! a Cosmic Signature as it sounds, thank you for sharing Sir! ! 10+++!
Beautiful poem, nothing rings more true, than your line...for everything in nature gives a warning. I love watching the ants, I know when they start coming into my kitchen in a little line carrying their eggs above their heads that it's going to rain...they just know, so they head for higher ground which just happens to be my kitchen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I smell the rain...what a fantastic title...and your so right when our instincts kicks in, we do feel the changes I shall remember to call it I smell the rain Annette
Thank you Annette, it is so nice to have you as a reader.