Olfactory Observations

The wind wafts burning garbage when it blows from east to west;
West to east brings onion rings, which I like less than best.

From north or south, east or west, so too when no wind blows;
Dust and smoke of cigarettes wreak havoc with my nose.

But when it rains, I must admit, each cleansing shower brings;
The fragrance of clean desert, clouds, and grateful growing things.

Alas this rain brings mud for days, and oftentimes methinks;
No matter how it smells today, sometimes Kalsu JUST STINKS!