I love rainy days—
Listening to raindrops tap-dance on the roof,
Leaning out my window,
Arms outstretched,
Tiny beads of water welcome me,
Drawing me into a gentle, loving embrace.
But it is the scent,
Soft and familiar,
That floods my thoughts with memories—
Of a distant city
Across the Pacific Ocean,
The city that cradled my youth.
