Northern Rain

Rain
smells different here.
It lacks the dust flavour
that tells of the Nostalgia
that lingers in Northern Nigeria.

That precursor of calm
and the serenity of its after.
Nose tilted up, accompanied
by a long sniff of the air, saturated
in traces of the predestined downpour.

~Sniff~
~Exhale~

I miss my country.
I miss your pre-rain smell.

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