Clouds shielding the hot summer sun
of the desert
Gusts of wind.
Let’s to outside to catch the rainwater
to wash our hair-only a fantasy.
The parched earth is damp.
Streams and rivers run down our street.
The air is cool.
The pungent and sweet smell of creosote
PROMPT: Free Association
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say: home… soil… rain… Use those words in the title of your post.]
This is a favorite ‘game’ I’ve been playing in a thread over at a forum which is Stargate specific. Still it is very interesting in how it filtered into my brain. I didn’t just read it as three separate words. I saw it as a statement: Home Soil Rain.
That’s my back yard in the spring, and it is so very pleasant, sitting at the window looking out, watching, listening, breathing in the exquisite scent of how Earthy the air is any time it rains, in weather that doesn’t have that frozen over, all’s gone to seed sense, the way winter does.
The Earth is my home, and the rich lush growth which rises up from the soil with the loving caress of even…
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