Eight thousand miles
from my childhood home,
I'm pulled into a nostalgic
reverie
by the scent of straw
and cow shit.
This place,
on the other side of the world,
looks nothing like where I
grew up,
but that smell...
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amidst bright colors
and fragrant aromas:
sense overload.

sweet rain scent, &
sound of spatter on leaves, &
one drop on the face.

the rice fields
are at their most verdant;
scent of rain.