“The sweet, rustic smell of the rain,
Fills my nose, my head, and my brain.
The springtime showers soak my dress, and toes tingle with a grassy caress.
The beauty of this day is lost to me,
As the deaf man hears not the melody.
For all Natures wonders seem so dim,
When I am here, standing next to him.” - Valerie Dawn Keller, poet