PETRICHOR

by

Gloria Koya

I feel....

I feel the fresh scent of rain 

Like wings, it spreads out with life 

And ascends the hills of hope;

I perceive....

I perceive gushes of boost 

Spilling in Mother Earth's belly 

Rinsing all its leaves with strength;

 

I sense...

I sense the fragrance of rain

Fiercer than the former

Dissipating through the blues and deeps;

I see...

I see the tree wave for joy

And the land open up its tummy

To receive the gracious tears of the sky;

Know...

Know the hope this scent of rain brings for you

Believe that it’ll surely rain again

Even when your land’s been long dry.

Petrichor

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