The air smells like cinnamon
Is it raining?
No...after the rain
I will fall for you again
And lay my face in your hands
Because the air has cinnamon raindrops
Falling from uncertain thunderclouds.
I will hold you close
Because steamy rain slides
Like silver from the eves.
Don't take it for granted
When the air smells like cinnamon,
The time has come for loving.
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