Smell of the Rain
they arrive with voices of dreams
sensations of body calling
bird calls and grey morning light
vivid green surrounding language
no one ever knows exactly
when these moments will arrive
songs of the directions we strive
music not of reason or wrong
if anyone would believe us then
can’t really say, or if it matters at all
if we’re given to fly, fight, love, fail, or fall
just breathing alive, just living out destiny
over homes and hillsides
electrical lines stretch for miles
cool breezes catch scents of grass
and empty beer cans by the roadside
riding with the concrete river
chain link fences and graffiti written
lonely highway, blocking traffic noise
i recalled the smell of the rain
// © by wataru ebihara
sensations of body calling
bird calls and grey morning light
vivid green surrounding language
no one ever knows exactly
when these moments will arrive
songs of the directions we strive
music not of reason or wrong
if anyone would believe us then
can’t really say, or if it matters at all
if we’re given to fly, fight, love, fail, or fall
just breathing alive, just living out destiny
over homes and hillsides
electrical lines stretch for miles
cool breezes catch scents of grass
and empty beer cans by the roadside
riding with the concrete river
chain link fences and graffiti written
lonely highway, blocking traffic noise
i recalled the smell of the rain
// © by wataru ebihara