My august rains
thick fog and heavy mist cold chilly rain drops seeps and seeps within warming the cockles of the hills nurturing the greens earthy smell awakens the primal rivers gurgling with fierceness wilderness beckons with fervour sweetness and savagery mingle with wild abandon it rains outside and it rains within long forgotten tunes encircle bygone smells find their path deep inside the being listlessness gives way to passion and longing fire starts and now it burns and burns...