Cool Liquid hits my face,
Warm Winds tickle my bare arms.
Can you feel it?
Scent of hyacinth overflows in my nose,
A freshly trimmed lawn overpowers it,
And with a splash of rain,
Nature's perfume is made.
Can't you smell it?
Sparrows whisper their angelic song to me,
Accompanied by a doves symphony.
Can you hear it?
A drop of heaven's treasure rests on my tongue,
It trickles down my throat to quench a thirst that
has only just begun.
Can't you taste it?
I spin and fall on the grassy terrain,
Mom tells me the grass is green,
Too bad I can't see it.
I bet it's beautiful
I can feel it.
And I know that you can, too.
This is written in a blind girls point of view in case anyone wasn't clear about that. And when I say "heaven's treasure" I mean the rain.