Fill in the void

Fill in the void,

Of the desolate place.

It has been waiting for long

Dreaming of you,

Dreaming of your sound,

Dreaming of how you cry.

Let it touch,

Let it feel how it feels to contain

All of it once again.

So, rain like the rain of the first drought.

Have you forgotten,

Rain on the forlorn, empty land?

It misses the petrichor.

Have you forgotten too,

The smell of your visit?

So, please rain,

Like the overflowing cistern,

It will awaken everything

Wherever you spill over.

Reviews

[Glen Weimann]

Small suggestions - waiting 'so' long on line 3 might be better - less than 1% of your readers will know what 'petrichor' means, including me.

I'm curious about who or what the 'you' is in this poem.

[Gaurangi]

Thank you, point is duly noted.
Umm, actually 'you' is a depressed person because when you ask them 'what do you feel?', all you get back is " feel nothing"
And i think crying brings back the chemical imbalance that takes place inside the body, it's a fact.