Rainstorm odors
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.
Interesting metaphor
April 4, 2009 at 1:27 am
v nice
beautiful.
April 9, 2009 at 1:39 pm
Thanks!
May 19, 2009 at 8:47 pm