Raindrops

Raindrops in spring
Still smell the same
Although among the scents of things
I have come to know some names
Of flowers and soils.
The emergence,
Curious in youth
Of Crocus, Hyacinth, and Sarcococa
Unknown comforts
Of Spring's breath
Is now a known wonder
In winter quite forgot
Liberated by raindrops
Telling my nose
That I must tend the roses.