The Scent of Rain

So where are you…?
It started raining a few minutes ago
and foolish me forgot my umbrella.
I’ve always loved the scent of rain
the fragrance of purity and another chance.

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The Victim

The Voices

Tinted Mirror

Words Unsaid

11pm

A Flower Named You

Driftwood on the Shore

In Another Tomorrow

Lulled by the Rain

Mutilated Canvas

My God

Shed the Pretense

The Broken

These Wings

This Map You Gave Me

To the End

My Side of the Planet