Sweet Scent of Rain
The wafting scent of petrichor
Will remind me forevermore
Of streets lined with eucalyptus
Where my friends and I played, thus
Those were the days of fun and cheer
Memories that I hold so dear
Before, before the terror came
And life was no longer a game
Oh take me back sweet summer rain
To when scraped knees were my worst pain
Bicycle rides on dusty roads
Catching pollywogs, snakes, and toads
Our little dog would bark and scratch
While we hid in the garden patch
Mom had told us Go pull some weeds
Why are they here—we planted seeds
Weeds often grow among the tares
Some people say God never cares
There was a time that I agreed
I believed He forgot my need
He allowed pain to enter in
My memories tainted by sin
Engulfing me in endless torment
And yet He also left this scent
A reminder of hope and peace
Assurance pain one day will cease
Flooding my mind with memories
Of joyful times I’ve been at ease
Life’s a balance of rain and sun
An inkling that when each day’s done
I’m one day closer to the truth
Pain tried to pilfer in my youth
The truth that I am beloved
My future’s not something to dread
My memories aren’t who I am
I belong to God’s perfect Lamb
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Petrichor – one of my favorite words. Lovely use of it. A solid poem about life and faith. Excellent work!
The trials and tribulations of life…some never find a higher power to pull them through, but you did and you do. I always appreciate the honesty in your words.
On a side note: Thank you for “pollywog”…a treasured word from my childhood that I had completely forgotten about!
Thanks!
Absolutely wonderful testament to faith. The sweet scent of rain….soothing, calming, heavenly.
I’m reading your reply just above where I am about to type and I am saying, “Oh, my, yes!” It happens often that I start to write something, bog down, give up and walk away from it, and come back a day, a week, an eon later and finish something better than what I started. This is a solid poem that needed to assert itself. I’m glad it did!
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
May the sweet rain of self-forgiveness permeate your very Soul. God would want it so. I am sure. Much regard. Petru
Fourth new word (petrichor) I learnt today and counting. Thanks for a lovely write!
I learned that word from another dVerse poet. I love learning new words, too.
Hope despite pain…that’s part of the beauty of faith
So true.
The contrasts hit the target dead-center! You sweep the reader into this marvelous memory and then jolt us out with reality – fabulous! I also love the word petrichor 🙂
I love that word, too. 🙂
You took us back to a carefree time =-thank you.
“when scraped knees were my worst pain” — I love this.
And those last lines. YES.
“Oh take me back sweet summer rain
To when scraped knees were my worst pain
Bicycle rides on dusty roads
Catching pollywogs, snakes, and toads”
Sweet capture of innocent times!
That was my childhood — except for the toads. I caught pollywogs often, a snake once, and crawdads, but I needed to rhyme with roads. 😉
Mine too! Except for the snakes. I prefer to admire them from a distance. (They prefer it too.) 😉
“Life’s a balance of rain and sun/An inkling that when each day’s done” – so true.
Absolutely! Beautiful & your words are stunning. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
You welcome. 🙂
I like those innocent growing up days ~ This is my favorite line:
Life’s a balance of rain and sun
Those were definitely some of my favorite days.
It seems to be the way of this life, the contrast of dark and light.
I think life is built up with the balance of darkness and light… how could we ever love the day without the dawn?
Life’s a balance of rain and sun
An inkling that when each day’s done#
Beautifully wise 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Beautiful!
Another beautiful gem!
Thanks for stopping by and reading so many of my poems today. This one started one way then took another direction after it sat a few days.