Petrichor
Pitter patter raindrops fall on the ground ,
the moist soil exuding the sweet redolence make me astound.
The raindrops touch my cheek,
I have never felt so chic.
I am swathed in a mystical ensemble created by nature.
I feel like an art queen in a crowded theatre.
All eyes are on me,
but I have never felt so free.
I am wet and muddy yet no mirror can make me feel shoddy.
I am covered with nature's scent .
A fragrance so powerful and elegant.
The breeze that touches my face,
imprints a memory I can never erase.
The raindrops dripping from my hair are touching my lips.
I try to wipe it away with my fingertips.
This scent has made me a pluviophile,
I don't need no lover to smile.
It's an epitome of nature's alchemy,
I don't need to hide under a canopy.
A smell so riveting and tender,
Its no ordinary scent,
Its PETRICHOR.
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