The smell of rain reminds
Too much of times past
Times when it also rained
And I was also sad.
So the sun relieves.
In a wash of light and warmth,
Denies me the sad memory
With involuntary smiles all the more pleasant
For their spontaneity.
Except when wind ruffles the sun-soaked air,
Disruptive rushes of cold to which
I find myself so vulnerable.
EWV
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