The smell of rain, the smell of rain

Through the open window pane

Through the front door, through the screen

The smell of rain a welcome thing

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Its wondrous fragrance takes me there

To places where I used to dare

Walk in rain and puddle splash

In my youth, I had a blast

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Thunder never did disturb

Though lightning did, my mom, perturb

And, oh the rainbows always came

After each, sweet, summer rain

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How the buds in beds, entrenched

Drink the droplets, and are quenched

Paradise on earth, to feign

All because of summer rain

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Every spring, each summer too

The smell of rain, it does imbue

Memories of days well-spent

The smell of rain is heaven-scent

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The smell of rain, now, beckons me

Recapture youth – be reckless, free

Such a heady, perfumed stain

Upon the pavement, summer rain

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The smell of rain, the smell of rain

I’m old, yet I rejoice again

I breathe it in, upon my skin

Sweet drops of youth, I’m born again

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t.r. cardinet ©2013

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