The rainy season runoff shoots from the drain that pierces a high stone wall.
Summer Rain
The rain falls
fresh as cucumbers
on cobblestones and tiles,
the dust of another summer
washed from crevasses
and curves of stone and clay.
The air is cleansed
of the scent of primavera,
jacaranda
and flamboyant trees
and the whole world
breathes easily again.
For the dVerse Poets Quadrille prompt: Summer
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A beautiful poem Judy 👍🏼💕
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Your words and rhythm exude a “fresh” feeling. 👏
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Beautiful 🤩
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Lovely.
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Refreshing delightful❣️
Sincerely,
David
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I visualized every bit of that!
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We could use some of that around here. Glad it’s raining where you’re at, Judy.
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I LOVES me a good jacaranda tree, especially in a poem! Love this.
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I was right in this moment you created, and so refreshing – I felt it.
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Thanks for visiting at the right moment, PV.
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A timely shower brings relief!
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