I want the smell of rain to linger forever in my nostrils.

And as I inhale deeply to feel its earthy taste

at the back of my dry tongue.

Maybe she’ll experience the tiny tingles that my skin gets,

When droplets of rain caress it,

As I swallow.

The mud will turn into honey

And the pain will turn into gratefulness…

But only if the summer rain

Blesses my mouth.

Another short poem of mine. Hope you like it 🙂

If you want to read more of my “artsy” work, check out my Wattpad account by clicking here.

Author: Georgia

writing is my medicine

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