Tonight rain scented air
greeted me as I walked under your gazeIt was not an opening of the skies
downpour rushing over curbs into gutters
brimming the sewersNor was it a light sprinkling
glistening petals of blooms closing for the night
content with their daily engagementIt was simply rain-scented air
nudging me to think of youNot a loud bellowing voice warning of misfortune
if rules are brokenNor a constant tapping on my shoulder
making me second guess my laborIt was simply you showing me a bit of your soul,
your pleasure in my genesis,
blessing your beloved one.
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Author’s Note:
I am not a rule follower.
I hide it well.
I am learning that it is okay not to follow rules.
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