Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Rain…

The smell of rain
That scent of freshness
filling the air
as the world weeps
brings back memories
 
Good…
 
Bad…
 
But either way
a sense
of renewal…
of new beginnings…
of starting over…
 
Fresh…
Clean…
New…
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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