I walked in the busy market,
it was full of people and products.
There was the sound of music
coming from a music shop, horns
of car blaring, little people yelling
to their mates fearing losing friends.
In that busy place, I was lonely, not alone.
Last evening I remembered…
Rain drops in dry sand create a scent that takes me back to my childhood
Long ago, I left the town,
There was desert sand around.
Rain was scanty; the first always
created a scent, I always think of.
Wherever I go, rain in summer takes
me to the little town of my childhood,
or brings me that scent I grasped as a
child after every summer…
