Scent Of Rain Poem by Prasanta Behera

Spring afternoon
cloudy sky
falling raindrop
gentle breeze
fluttering maple leaves.
Hope for the El-Nino
to save the land
to bring the seed of life.

The rain and I
unattached moment
like talking without listening
like loving without feeling
like helping without love.
The rain is needed
but something is missing
something nostalgic
something deep
memories of past
from the land of my roots.

Oh! the dark clouds
the lightning
the thunder
and then the drops of rain
the anxious wait
so that we can dance in the rain
with hope for future
farmers we all are
farmers we all are!

Rain pours likefalling stars
caressing the dusty veranda
droplets kissing mother earth.
Feel the emotions
feel the droplets of rain.
Close your eyes
smell "the scent of rain".
Euphoric kids all we are
dancing, jumping, smelling
intoxicated by the fragrance
the union of my land and
the blessing from heaven.

I can not forget the feeling
I can not forget the fragrance
it is inside me
reminding me
of the what we are.
of the land we came from.
It will be there
till I return it to the land
and merge with
the dust of my roots
and let kids dance on them
and smell the scent of rain.
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