6 September 2012
I can smell the rain, I can feel the storm brewing, At the peaking of the day, The winds begin
Trees swaying with the gusts, Wind deepening my breaths, Clouds forming, day ending, I feel the storm within
Something is lingering in the air, A promise, a silent expectation, Birds are beckoning, animals seek shelter, Coldness gathering on my skin
A small drop, on my wrist, Another lightly falls, The earthen smell keeps its promise, Let the storm begin
Rain • Opuss № I