Petrichor- A short poem

 Petrichor

A lazy Sunday morning,

I was lying on my bed,

Scrolling the insta page,

Thinking how to pass time.

Through the window,

I heard a pitter-patter,

A mid-day shower!

Under the bright sun!

Lying on the cozy bed,

I listened to the rhythm,

A mild aroma wafted inside,

Petrichor! The smell of rain!

The smell of earth!

The fragrance of rain!

Intoxicating!

I closed my eyes

And woke up in dreamland.

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