I love the smell as we are led into a storm. It’s hard to describe but there’s this anticipation of what’s to come, it’s a slow build to the storm and our senses feel as if they might explode.
What comes after is also what I love, drops of rain perfectly caressing the roses.
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You managed to turn the storm into sweet verses!
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Thank you so much!
Beautiful words released into the universe. Thank You
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Lovely and poetic Lisa, just as your beautiful photos are. I too anticipate the rain, when I can smell it in the air, or begin to see the drops form on my windshield while driving before I have to turn on the wiper blades. Such a gift from God is the rain and the storm to follow. A welcoming piece to Bizcataylist360.
Thank you so much for your kind words! I love the smell of rain and run out to grab photos of the drops on the flowers.
Beautiful poetic thoughts that comfort the heart and warm the soul.
Thank you so much for the comment Uncle Danny!