After Rain

missing summer much? Here's a little poem to help bring summer faster:

The smell of
tarred asphalt
after a rain shower,
the sun poking
out of the clouds like
a nose.
The wet grass licks my
feet as I
walk to the tree.
I hear the birds
sing their
song;
not
Oh Canada
or The Star
Spangled Banner:
their song,
and they
sing it best

Thanks for reading folks! :)