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The Smell of Rain
by Melissa ArelI hear the rain falling..
softly rapping at my window
gently singing.. sweetly calling..
Oh how I wish to be a little girl again -
a bleachy-blonde straight haired darling
running, splashing, spinning, twirling..
barefoot, standing with her mouth open, curling
trying to catch every raindrop on her tongue
Closing her eyes and feeling each pearl of water
roll down her lashes
run down her cheek
crawl down her neck
she hears it talk, whisper, speak
and tickle her, with wet fingers
as she laughs and giggles..
the falling liquid echoes her innocence's delight,
as she embraces the sound it mingles
Yes, how I long to be that little girl again -
smelling the rain.. kissing the air..
hugging the wind..
remembering things as they were,
as they could've been
I hear it falling, softly rapping at my window
gently singing.. sweetly calling my name
04/29/2002 Posted on 04/29/2002
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 01/15/03 at 04:25 AM Yes, this is a great description. I did things like this too when I was a kid. Now I remember exactly how it felt. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/24/03 at 09:10 PM You have always painted words better than most, Mel..and you have done so again, this time amazingly. I saw that little girl running thru the raindrops, and I also remembered the long-gone little boy who used to stick out his tongue to catch them..:) |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/02/03 at 02:20 PM Oh I like this a lot. There's such a child-like feel to it. You've captured the excitement wonderfully. |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/02/03 at 02:22 PM I rarely submit/nominate for POTD but I believe this deserves it! =) |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 05/02/03 at 02:58 PM A beautiful, innocent time..this is a great read, Melissa...nice visual, too..;) |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 05/02/03 at 04:01 PM quite nice...very snuggly (sounds wierd but that's the first word that came to my mind) |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/02/03 at 05:09 PM Hi Melissa,
It brings back memories when I was a child. Running and playing in the rain. I specially loved the puddles, whether it was muddy or not. I rode my bike thru puddles of water. Then later I'ld go faster, water going everywhere. Mom could always tell what I had been doing that day. Ha Ha. Jean |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/24/04 at 08:19 PM i'm leaving another comment, because reading again has awakened new appreciation...i could never get tired of reading this...the emotion is so powerful and images so strong, you can actually transfer your mind into the poem and feel it...love the salvadore dali painting as well...goes nicely with... |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 09/27/04 at 02:56 PM wow- this is beautiful! i am obsessed with rain and this took my breath away :) thank you! |
| Posted by John Harder on 01/07/05 at 12:55 PM thats amazing. it's funny how you only realize how great things were then when it's long over. |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 03/03/06 at 02:51 AM i love seeing one of my faves as poem of the day; probably almost as much as you like being poem of the day! congrats |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/03/06 at 04:23 AM Congratulations for poem of the day Mel. Funtastic read and great picture....Charlie
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| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 06:00 PM don't long, just do. ;) |
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