Rain
The sound of droplets falling on my window
The cold fresh water on my tongue
Falling on me everywhere I go
I can see the dark gloomy sky
I can smell the sadness spreading all around Chicago.
Smiles turn into frowns
Candles
The smell of the burning lavender
The feel of the heat when I put my had over it
The sound of burning fire
The look of the melting purple wax
The taste of smoke in the air
Popcorn
The sound of it popping
I can see them putting butter on it
I can smell the butter
The taste of the butter popping
The workers can feel the shape