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Raindrops keep falling on my head
In my garden grew a white iris.
On its blossoms are pearls from the last rain,
and the first rays of sunlight fall on them,
i have the image to this fragrance.
The iris,
dry at first,
then juicy, with minimal fruit,
later refreshing like rain,
with gossamer musk.
We're having one of those long, hot summers,
not like this year so far,
but really hot and dry,
for a long time.
Nature is craving for rain.
Even the nights bring no cooling.
But today is supposed to be the day,
the clouds are gathering,
but it drags on...
I sit on the balcony,
not to think of sleep,
and then comes this fragrance...
A first movement of the air,
a leaf,
that moves,
and then a breeze...
A gentle breeze,
carrying the scents of summer with it.
It doesn't keep me on the balcony anymore,
i go down to the garden,
and the first drops are falling...
quietly...
plop....
One wets my eyelashes,
i catch the second one with my tongue...
there are more...
Faster and faster...
The musk rises like steam,
as the rain wets the hot tarred road.
Light...
Soft...
I take off my shoes,
and start dancing in the rain.
It's warm, yet so refreshing.
The drops run down my face,
the blouse soaked,
sticks to my body.
And I sing and dance...
barefoot
'Raindrops keep falling on my head....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hziG9Nr6KHU
And the air smells fresh and damp.
I smell the iris,
delicate fruits,
underpinned by soft musk.
Everything is much more intense
and refreshing
and does well.
On its blossoms are pearls from the last rain,
and the first rays of sunlight fall on them,
i have the image to this fragrance.
The iris,
dry at first,
then juicy, with minimal fruit,
later refreshing like rain,
with gossamer musk.
We're having one of those long, hot summers,
not like this year so far,
but really hot and dry,
for a long time.
Nature is craving for rain.
Even the nights bring no cooling.
But today is supposed to be the day,
the clouds are gathering,
but it drags on...
I sit on the balcony,
not to think of sleep,
and then comes this fragrance...
A first movement of the air,
a leaf,
that moves,
and then a breeze...
A gentle breeze,
carrying the scents of summer with it.
It doesn't keep me on the balcony anymore,
i go down to the garden,
and the first drops are falling...
quietly...
plop....
One wets my eyelashes,
i catch the second one with my tongue...
there are more...
Faster and faster...
The musk rises like steam,
as the rain wets the hot tarred road.
Light...
Soft...
I take off my shoes,
and start dancing in the rain.
It's warm, yet so refreshing.
The drops run down my face,
the blouse soaked,
sticks to my body.
And I sing and dance...
barefoot
'Raindrops keep falling on my head....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hziG9Nr6KHU
And the air smells fresh and damp.
I smell the iris,
delicate fruits,
underpinned by soft musk.
Everything is much more intense
and refreshing
and does well.
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