Petrichor 

by Sawani Shinde

sas8224@psu.edu

Petrichor, the scent of rain-kissed earth,

An olfactory symphony, nature’s rebirth.

As droplets caress the parched terrain,

A dance of aromas, a sweet refrain.

The sky weeps tears of liquid grace,

A melody of droplets, a watery embrace.

Petrichor, the fragrance of life’s face,

A fleeting moment, a change of pace.

The soil awakens, sighs of relief,

Exhaling memories of drought and grief.

A symphony of scents, a harmonious blend,

Petrichor, a fragrance that knows no end.

Each raindrop whispers secrets untold,

Unveiling stories of a world so bold.

Petrichor, a poet’s muse, a hidden gem,

Aromatic secrets, where words condemn.

Inhaling deeply, I am transported afar,

To a place of solace, where worries are marred.

Your caresses, I find peace,

A fragrant nudge, that life’s burdens can cease.

Short-lived but profound, this gift from the skies,

Petrichor, the fleeting moment, the paradise.

In your delicate essence, I find solace and heaven

A whispered reminder, no need for seconds.