PETRICHOR
PETRICHOR
Oh, you mighty king, the burning Sun
Have you ever thought ,
how tormenting you can be?
Our parched throats, feel no respite,
No matter how many gallons we drink.
You, in the tempest of heat
Have totally lost your cool
And even driven us into A.C, rooms .
Seriously, you are no less a rogue!
But today's storm and heavy squall
Scurried you behind the dark clouds
Twas such a treat to see you scuttling.
And that divine smell, rising
In the environment....Petrichor!
I dashed open all the doors, to
Inhale deeply that heavenly euphoria of
Petrichor...Petrichor!