A Different Rain

The rain smells different,
In the red clay sift.
That land of tumbleweeds,
Where thoughts have to drift.

The sky is just there.
Hiding no drops.
The out pour pounds downward,
Til it decides to finally stop.

Don't look for a tree.
There's lightning, beware.
It has a path.
Though I've seen a fool dare.

So, I sit on my porch.
Drink in this charm
Infusing my senses
Just a sip, there's no harm.

The rain sure smells good.
In this land where I've been.
Today, though I'll just sit with you,
As it rains once again.

Raine Les 8/7/2009

I will sip with you...on this day...should I get the chance, might even stay.
busy tho the day will be...
I'll remember your thoughts and then we'll see.

I like this Sadie...Awesome...

Very nice