The Rain Smells Different

February 11, 2018
By Anonymous

The rain smells different here. Not like what I 

Know. It used to smell like earth and flowers

Now all I smell is emptiness for hours. 

The rain once made me smile, now it's a lie

Creeping in to haunt me, making me sigh. 

Through the window, I see the drops on bowers

The trees blind to my hate for those showers.

A tear like the rain I once knew denies 

Me. I touch this new rain gently, freely

My heart sad but my mind opens unable

to return to that other place really.

It sits in my mind like a well-told fable

I watch it in my head, it hits a lily.

That rain I left behind remains steady. 

The author's comments:

I was inspired to write this piece because I recently moved. Where I live now, the rain doesn't smell like anything, while at my old home it smelled rich and like the earth. This poem expresses my longing to return back to my old home.

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