How would you like to walk in the rain,
On a dark and cloudy night,
When all that lies around you
Seem not to be in sight.
The business of the day dies away
In the night of dark mist
And unwelcome fright.
The singing of the birds,
The howling of the wind
The fragrance once captured entwines itself and spins,
All that can be heard, seen and sensed
Have journed through the night
And raptured itself out of sight
~ Brandon Tran