Not the Same

It's raining, Like it always does, Like it always will. But it's just not the same. The drops are hitting the ground, With a funny flop, With a loud thud. But it doesn't sound the same. The sky is dancing Displaying the light, Displaying the dark. But it doesn't look the same. The wind is [...]

Wet Soil’s Smell

The rain drops fall Slowly at first, As if afraid to touch the earth, As if scared of its response. One by one, They gauge its warmth, As if to know if it is ready, As if to know how hard to fall. The rain picks up speed, More confident with every new moment, As [...]