By: Gianna Liantonio
Photo Credit: scientificamerican.com
The smell after it rains is as comforting,
As the smell of books
Fresh parchment and ink that brings you home;
Like a warm embrace
Sound of rain; filling the silence,
and giving life to the roots of the earth
Crickets; you can’t see them, but you always hear them,
They’re invisible but make themselves known.
Fireflies; who never let anything dim their light,
Shining everywhere and anywhere like stars.
Filling the black sky
Raindrops, chirps and flickers
Nature sounds of comfort,
That brings you home.
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