The Petrichor
Dancing in the rain, The rhythm relieves the pain, For crystals, I always fain, Environment is very vain. All plants and trees dance in Triumph, The view of glittering toph, A tot making boat from bumph, Lovely rainbow, droplets trimorph. Nothing quite the rain smell, The earthly scent just mell, Feeling with a hot soup in the Dell, Creates a connection for skell. Smell of waiting paid off, Old books, makes nostalgic tip off, In regard I always doff, The Petrichor makes me fly off. - Shreya