Petrichor – The day the rain came.



The Rain fell hard,

the first of the year

on bone-dry soil

thus ending the fear,

of starvation and drought

that had filled our hearts,

and now we danced

Oh, the joy rain imparts!

The thirsty ground,

released an aroma of love,

it gave forth its smell

to the clouds above.

and as the rain hit soil

it disappeared below,

without leaving a trace

without making a show.

The smell that lingered

that many adore

of rain on dry ground

is called petrichor


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/November/2018


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