My Kinda Perfume
My Kinda Perfume
It felt like I was bathing under the waterfall
Shielded with invigorating shawl
The drops sparkled my skin, replenished my nerves
Gliding sacredly through all my curves
Inhaling its aroma, sticking it to my clothes
The breathtaking petrichor fragranced in loads
How could someone even hate rain
This natural shower soothes every pain
I sprawled in the muddy ground
shedding the adult me with every mount
Sunk into its dim aura
Better than artificially made of flora
I embraced this timeless perfume
PETRICHOR is the new cool!