Poem 39. The Smell of Earth

The smell of earth,ha... ,
when the first rain touches her,
magical, special ,I do love,
refreshing so welcoming.

The joy of first shower ,
how can I express.
The end of days so hot it says,
be ready to welcome rain .

I do have the wild desire
to run in the first rain drench,
play in with kids ,go rounds,
and feel the rain on me.

Sad but chains of modesty
which on my legs I do wear
stops me to be a peacock,
enjoy the first rain first hand.

For the poet's United's Thursday think tank prompt smell.


Deborah said...

This is beautiful Rahmi, you feel both the passion and the restrain, so wonderfully written, well done.

Anonymous said...

Lovely rain poem, I love rain too.

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madhumakhi said...

Hey! We share this love for the smell of the earth after rain. i think it's got to to with being Indian. Like all Indians, we relish the first monsoon showers. Even i wrote a poem thinking of the 'smell' of rain. i wrote in haiiku style though. Nice poem.

Sumit Sarkar said...

Oh I love the smell of our mother earth so much after the first rain...
It smells good every time..but really the first time it makes be want to taste it :)

Ellen aka Ella said...

I love how you reminded me of the fresh feeling of rain, the scent and all the memories attached~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that smell too - one of my favorites......well done.

The Unknowngnome said...

I can't believe that you are a modest peacock! I'll bet you are out there dancing in that first rain.

A nice fragrant poem of fragrant rain.