Do you remember by ellie McCullough

Do you remember the petrichor
On that fine July day
When the first summer rain fell?
They said it would merely mist,
But oh, that torrential downpour!
May we tumble onto rich soil
Made slick with rainwater
And stare up at the twisting grey above,
Wondering what secrets it holds.
Can you truly be a child again
When the child never left?
Your hands are cold, my love;

Let me warm them with the promises you forgot to break.

Won’t you accept that?
Dance along the pavement with me
And re-enact that old song
How does it go again?
The heavens’ tears are thick and cold
And sprout daisies from this ground
Your laughter is my medicine
And oh, how couldn’t someone love this rain?
It is a gift to us from the sky;
It makes the streets look like Venice
And the cars its traghetti
Do you remember the petrichor?
I do. And now

Whenever that bittersweet post-rain smell finds me,
It reminds me too much of you.

For when the rain leaves, petrichor fills the hole it creates,
The hole in me that you tried to make.
Deep breaths, dear.
I will see you again, won’t I?
I hope you get this message.
Do you remember the petrichor?
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