The smell of rain
There is something about the rain coming
the sound of the water rushing toward the earth
as she cries out to have the roots the have been embedded within her quenched
And as the rain makes her way gently guided by the crackes that have been created in the soil, the earth says Amen by allowing to escape the sweet fragrance of soil that only the rain could have quenched
It is a simple occurence in natue but one that if you allow yourself to pay homage....will find that you too might have escape from you as from the earth Amen and the sweet fragrance of having your parched cracks quenched.
Thank you mother earth for reminding me that we are but a passage of time on the eternal life piece.....
the sound of the water rushing toward the earth
as she cries out to have the roots the have been embedded within her quenched
And as the rain makes her way gently guided by the crackes that have been created in the soil, the earth says Amen by allowing to escape the sweet fragrance of soil that only the rain could have quenched
It is a simple occurence in natue but one that if you allow yourself to pay homage....will find that you too might have escape from you as from the earth Amen and the sweet fragrance of having your parched cracks quenched.
Thank you mother earth for reminding me that we are but a passage of time on the eternal life piece.....
Labels: mother earth, rain
posted by still waters | 12:38 PM
2 Comments:
i love the scent of rain-soaked earth. beautiful post. quite poetic too.
Nice- my mom always tells me I like scents that smell like rain. But in Atlanta you can't smell it (maybe too much pollution). You island women have some many advantages living there.
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