The Smell of Rain

Smugglers in the woods.

At ten years old, he thought smugglers were hiding in these woods, and the smell of rain reminded him of hours and days spent reading about just such people.

Now, the smell of rain reminds him he needs to clean his floormats.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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