by Gabriella Samms

Created on: October 25, 2007

I love to smell the air on rainy days
And stand beneath a blackened, weeping cloud
No more afraid as I was when so young
I hid from storms and blankets were my shroud

I love to hear the thunder shout to me
From moody skies so angry with their plight
I hold my ears no more to drowned the sound
So desperate I'd pray to see the light

I love to see the foliage freshly bathed
Their tiny petals quenched with cloudy tears
Perfumed with nothing but the smell of green
Their thirst so understandable and clear

I love anticipating Nature's way
When once, my fear of storms I had to fight
My heart now soaks up every melody
Forte, I pray they'll sing into the night

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