The Smell of Rain

The Smell of Rain

 

Imagine my surprise

when the rain came.

I usually sense it before it crosses the threshold of my sky,

that organic earth and metal smell.

You were standing by the cart in your red cap

and blueberry stained tee shirt.

My rain-soaked eyes blurred you into the fourth of July.

Water gushed down the platform and

into our barrel where promising wine

 turned into essence water.

You waited so long for this moment.

The fruit was perfectly full-grown

with an impeccably white bloom.

You even readied the Kentucky drums twice

Before deciding to use the white oak.

Imagine my surprise

when you ran to me.

Your shape coming into full view,

 smiling at me, kissing me and asking

 “Can you smell the rain”?

 

Author's Note

Honest feedback please. I want to better myself.

Reviews

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I am not an English grammar guru so I will not comment on the poem's structure and/or puncuation but the content of the piece is very good your word portrate is outstanding and the sentiment expressed is expressed in a poetic way which is to be expected I always give 100 points as a rating unless I am extremely disappointed in a poem that isn't the case here so you get the maximum.