Best read with someone blowing into a jug

Rainstorm odors

All the senses take over

All my troubles

that consume

are washed away

In the damp perfumes

Of the impending down pour

,

Storm blows through

And the sun is peeking through

the sun warms the dew

and I’m thinking of you

I need the new perfume

All the senses take over

And be right over

heading for your stormy ways.