I open my window to welcome the cool breeze
And in turn it welcomed me.
Oh that smell,
That pleasantly familiar smell
Of the earth as it prepares to become one with Heavens,
As it prepares to savor a period nourishment
Through the tears He wept
In his generosity to keep us hydrated, fed.
It smells a bit like peace
And young dampened timber,
Eagerly waiting for the event beneath the trees.
I can’t help but draw in long blissful breaths
And smile as it lingers there
Around the steady rhythm in my chest
I live for that smell.
The graceful warning before the first drops are born
And form the pools of life a few steps beyond my door
And then it comes.
The soft soothing sounds
Of dry rice drizzling over plastered countertops
That accompanies the liquefied crystals
Glistening in the faded light in the street
It almost saddens me then.
After just a few moments.
Because just as quickly as it came
That heavenly smell is gone.
And all that’s left in its place
Is just a dampened song
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes