Pouring
down
The smell of wet dirt and plants
Fill the
Air
Letting the world
Know it was
There
Bringing life to the wild
Rock and sand cover roadways
The washing away
Is uneasy
To comfort
Needing to
Clear out,
Destroy what has been piling up-
The Old
In order for
The New
To come in,
Take over
All of my world
Covered
By a moist layer
Awaiting
The rising sun
To begin a
New
By: Reanna Marchman
