Petrichor

She looked dismally at the darkened skies
that loomed over her
and poured rain in relentless sheets,
drowning everything around her
until she could see nothing but water,
as she peered out her misty window
and absorbed the dreary, unwelcoming scene
with unhappy eyes

The clouds hung lower, expelling the light,
suffocating her,
ensnaring her in the trap of darkness-
devoid of beauty or radiance,
until she could bear it no more
She curled up, as she waited for the rains to calm,
for the dissonant sounds of the crashing drops to appease,
for the wall of darkness to evaporate
so that she could breath freely again, in a world
unhindered by the chains of a vehement deluge

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Golden cascaded from the heavens
in a shower of sparkles
that carved their way across the sky,
reaching the eyes of the earthlings,
throwing light on the verdant trees,
on the broken branches, severed twigs
too weak to withstand nature's wrath
She stepped out of her home carefully, rather warily,
inhaled deeply
and beamed

It was lovely... disarmingly persuasive
as it lured her down the steps, to the grass,
beckoning her forward, to bask
in one the gifts that is bestowed upon the earth
after a downpour that follows unbearable heat
Breathing in the scent of the bygone rain,
of the indefinable, strangely abstract
fragrance that lingered around her,
clinging to her like an ethereal spirit
as she walked under the canopy of trees
Looking up at the sky,
the benign, innocent, cerulean sky,
she dallied about, careful not to miss
the magical scent emanating from the ground,
from the grass, from the trees-
the petrichor