The Smell of Rain

The sweetest scent in the world
Is the smell of rain
On a dusty road,
After a hot, dry week,
When the leaves were just starting to wilt.

The scorching wind dies out,
And the plants
Open their leaves
In anticipation
Of the life-giving raindrops' arrival.

The rain comes to cleanse the earth
Wiping away
Weeks' worth
Of buildup
To leave the ground fresh once more.

When the leaves are starting to wilt
After a hot, dry week,
And the road is coated in dust,
Then the smell of rain
Becomes the sweetest scent in the world.

Unsent Letter No. 6

You say you love me.
You say you'll always be there.
But you're not. You're not here.
You're not answering me,
You're not giving me any sign
That everything is okay.

And I'm worried,
Because I don't know where you are.
Because I don't know what you're up to.
Which means I'm not sure I can trust you;
I can't stand this silence.
I can't stand not knowing.

I miss your voice.
I miss how you make me laugh.
And I'm trying to hold on.
It's hard to not feel abandoned.
It's hard to have faith anymore.

And I'm scared,
That you're never coming back,
That you don't love me anymore.
It seems like you don't support me
Because you're angry when I'm working.
Because you're not there when I need you.

I want to talk to you.
I want to be best friends again.
But life is pulling us apart,
And it seems like you aren't holding on,
And it seems like we're not going to make it.

So I'm afraid
To find out where you really are,
To find out what's wrong.
I don't want to lose you;
I'm trying to keep you close,
I'm trying to make the time.

Please reach out.
Please tell me it's okay.
Let me have some of your time.
Keep me close and safe,
Keep away the fear.

Best regards.