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Leaning to smell the rosebuds
as its scent touches my nose
the fire jumps from the sky
The mighty crash of thunder
the rains are coming
coming to wash the earth
Warm sprinkles begin to fill the air
soon splashing to puddles
on to flood the creeks
The spine of my back is wet now
seeping with the coming rain
dripping away, chilling me more
The smell of the rosebud
still there, only stained with water
water runs down my cheek
