The breeze on my face was still warm
Though the sun was
setting
With the horizon a
kaleidoscope of colour,
There would be more
rain before morning.
And the thunder would
return.
The grass was still
wet underfoot
And the air was heavy
with that earthy
Just rained on
fragrance
Overhead through the
leafy canopy
Was the quiet
whispering of the breeze
Followed by a hail of
displaced raindrops
And I smiled to myself
and thanked God
That I should live in
such a place
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