"You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do."
- Eleanor Roosevelt
Scent Of Rain
The dew it settled on her lipsAnd between her thighs
With every thrust of her loving hips
The air was filled with sighs
And she wept tears of pleasure
And she wept tears of pain
And as she wept in silence
The scent of the coming rain
- Stephen W. Brodie
