first rain (in Tel Aviv )

expected 

it arrives

not  a real rain

hardly heard

swallowed by

the sound of cars

and children cheering.

The rain is mostly

smelled

fresh,

the wind feels good

caressing my hair.

The rain has arrived

soft spoken

tip toeing

tiny

disappearing 

quickly

as the sun

once again

regains

its

blue skies

victory

 

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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