May 14, 2015

Petrichor. {Poem}

Flickr/Dani Vázquez: https://www.flickr.com/photos/dani_vazquez/3561772761/

Today as I sat, finger clicking on keys—I picked up a scent, which delightfully pleased…

I jumped off the couch and threw open the door,

Fresh, fallen raindrops were dotting the floor.

I stepped outside, feeling the drops on my skin,

And rearranged plants, to soak the rain in

Then I stepped back inside, leaving open my door

So I could hear the rain falling and drenching the floor.

I opened up windows, letting in the crisp air,

And my spirits were lifted, by just having rain there

Steadily falling, from the stretching gray sky

Awakening my senses—nose, ear, skin and eye.

And I just had to smile, as I gazed out the screen door

For this particular sense hadn’t alerted me before…

Usually it’s the sound of the drops hitting ground,

That cause me to peek out the window & look ’round.

But this time neither sound nor sight precursed the event…

This time, I was notified purely by scent.

Petrichor, earthy scent when rain falls on dry soil

Sweet and glorious aroma of that rare rainfall royal.

An unexpected blessing to breathe in today,

Rain aromatherapy, uplifting my day.

Steady drops falling, music to my ears,

Soothing my soul and quenching my fears.

Stealing glimpses out windows, as I continue to write,

Bright green trees against vast, gray sky—a beautiful sight!

Cool air, seeping in through the windows and doors

Refreshing and blustery gusts on my pores.

Heart thudding in chest, all my senses afire…

Gratitude for Mother Earth’s happy tears, falling at her desire.


Relephant Read:

    La lluvia.

Author: Yoli Ramazzina

Editor: Emily Bartran 

Photo: Flickr/Dani Vázquez

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