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There’s nothing like a summer rain
Unexpected, unruly, untamed
It rolls on through
Quiet at first
But growing
To reach a thundering din
Clattering on your rooftops
Rushing down the drains
It presses summer tears
Down dusty window panes
Why then must you be saddened?
It’s only rain it’s true
But dance with me dear stranger
What else is there to do?
There’s nothing like a summer rain
Unexpected, unruly, untamed
This rain it frees your soul and more
To leave the sweetest petrichor
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I love the word “petrichor.” Growing up, my dad always referred to it as “negative ions.” One of the best scents in the world. I agree with Nate’s favorite line — it was mine too. A sweet meditation on something we all experience. Nice job. (Just fyi…”unrulely” is “unruly”–unless you meant the definition from the urban dictionary.)
Yeah, me too! There is just something about that smell that really gets to me 🙂 Thank you!
Ooh, thank you, I’ll fix that now!
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Thank you, yeah, that line, and that image is one of my favourites – in the poem and in life too.
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Thank you, I’m glad you think so 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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A. E. Bratchford 
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