The perfumed smell of rain declares the end of the day
And I pack up my tools and leave it to tend to the flowers
It becomes sucked into dry dusty earth and makes it moist
But it is cleansing, and cleans everything it touches
Nourishes the droopy sun soaked grass, trees, and flowers
Cools off the blistering sand
Rain, the often-unwelcomed enemy that we cannot live without
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