The Rain Smells Different

February 11, 2018
By , Fredericksburg, VA

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. 

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