Sizzle, Sizzle,
hear the sound...
of the Rain instantly evaporating,
on the hot, black, asphalt ground.
The sweet smell of it
fills up your nose,
as the heavy clouds continue to drip,
until that May Flower grows.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
Sizzle, Sizzle,
hear the sound...
of the Rain instantly evaporating,
on the hot, black, asphalt ground.
The sweet smell of it
fills up your nose,
as the heavy clouds continue to drip,
until that May Flower grows.
My tribute to my favorite month! Only a few more days away! Yay!
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