The sweet, rustic smell of the rain,Fills my nose, my head, and my brain.The springtime showers soak my dress,and toes tingle with a grassy caress.The beauty of this day is lost to me,As the deaf man hears not the melody.For all Natures wonders seem so dim,When I am here, standing next to him.

valerie dawn keller                              

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