K.N. Sheldon

(Durham, North Carolina, U.S.A.)

The Smell Of Rain


The fresh smell of rain,
So thick, and so sweet,
I feel the rain on my face,
And the wind on my skin,
The fat drops are chilling,
And send shivers down my spine,
I close my eyes and raise my head toward the clouds,
So young and so restless, and so full of life,
So calm and collected, as the wind speaks to me,
Telling me of life, and of sorrow, of love, and of joy,
Of many things, both amazing and sad,
Of so many answers, I wish I had had,
Of hopefulness, and of uncertainty,
The wind goes away,
But I still hear its voice,
And the fresh smell of rain,
So thick and so sweet,
Leaves my world once again,
To help someone else.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 29, 2008

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