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.