The smell of rain and there you were sitting on
the front porch. Your apron slightly dusted
with flour and smeared finger prints of
soon to be chocolate cake. I always got
to lick the beaters, you always put way too
much "ic-n-ing" on the cupcakes which is
why I look the way I do today.
The smell of rain and we gathered under the
pavilion waiting for the rides to start again.
Charcoal smoke and fatty cheeseburgers filled
the air as nearby "pitnickers" took advantage
of the break in the day.
The smell of rain in your hair as I wrapped
the towel around you. "I told you to come
in as soon as it started," I said to my son,
even knowing he wouldn't. Perhaps hoping
he wouldn't. After all he's just a boy.
The smell of rain and the steam rises off the
roof of the building nearby. I am on guard duty in
Navy boot camp and this dumpster could very well
be attacked by the enemy at any moment. It
is mid-day in a hot Florida sun. I love writing to
my brother to tell him about the air conditioned
barracks we sleep in. He was in the "real Navy"
he reminds me. Up north in the Great Lakes mid
The smell of rain, the music plays, I get happy
feet and cannot control the urge, no the "need" to
dance. It is Universal Studios Florida, one of the
hottest days on record and the song is "Singing
in the Rain!" I did the whole thing in front of strangers
and my wife and youngest son. Which might explain
the poor relationship I have with him today.
The smell of rain and the roses sigh, memories of
perfectly timed rainfall during the funeral of a loved one
and tear soaked goodbyes, muddy frolics when we didn't
care about getting dirty, just washed the car days,
and now I don't have to wash the car late winter days.
The smell of rain drifting through the old wooden screen
placed in the window of my childhood bedroom mixes
with the crisp smell of fresh bleached white sheets
stretched tightly on my bed. I loved the first moment
just lying there.
The smell of rain mixed with the fragrance of our love
feeds me when I hold you close, sustains me whenever
we are not. I need only close my eyes and I see you
there, always will, until my eyes no longer open.
And the smell of rain today in the parking lot of the grocery
store sent me rushing home to share this with you, my friend.
Next time it rains, think of me.
"I wish you enough!"
~ Bob Perks ~
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