As I go past the brick wall
And enter through a heavy wooden door,
I smell a sudden burst of herb fragrance.
Basil, rosemary, lavender, peppermint.
Looking around, I notice herbs lighting the yard.
The fresh grapes climbing up the roof edges,
And the rain flowing like guitar strings
Hoist rain curtains.
The rain makes my ears crisp,
The rain tickles my nose.
Such is the herb fragrance on a rainy day
The rain that pampers the mouth
The rain that tickles the fingertip
Twanging one by one the guitar strings that flow
Along the edges of the roof
I play “Romance”.
My ears gradually become crisp.
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