Rainy Memories

Breezes gently blowing Increasing with the passing time The leaves from the maple tree Begin to sway Like dancing arms in the clouds Coolness is carried in Delivering a scent of freshness in the air The smell of rain incomparable to all Tiny falling streams of softness begins Droplets sliding down the windows A flash from a memory comes forth…… Darting out to the backyard with a basket in hand running for the clothes line to gather linen blowing in the breeze pinching the clothes pins and giving a few tugs pulling and scrambling for the next piece dashing back to the house Remembering the scent of air dried linens as my tired body would collapse into the bed the smell was like no other Ah the simple way life used to be It was hard but yet had its rewards