If I Could Wear the Smell of Rain

 

 

                                                                                                     (image by Andrew Tong)

If I could wear the smell of rain

Taking comfort in its reign

Feeling washed and never blue

My falling tears would be named dew

No one would pity or pass me in judgment

Shadows no longer could smell pungent

No one would ever see me cry

Or scoff at tender feelings why

Falling in love with the mockingbird

Heals a heart, wearing vows begird

My troubles would seem so mysterious

I’d be elegant, and you’d be envious

Of my carefree and happy tunes

And how I avoided all life’s glooms

I would dance in the magic puddles

Never facing an enemy or seem to struggle

I’d sing off-key in the cold morning drizzle

Not giving thought to your cool dismissal

If only I could wear the smell of rain

I’d never miss you, instead I would be arcane

 

 

~m