Petrichor

Petrichor

The sun watched over the barren land with its prickly gaze

Fields frozen in heat

The air formed mirages in the acridly haze

Earth cracked and broken

My skin was burnt and my heart estrange

But I could smell it

After so long without it, the smell of change

The smell of wet on dry

Of water onto soil 

No reasons left why

To carry on this toil

For the rain has come

To heal and to birth

Begone the person I had become

No more hatred, no more hurt

The rain seeped deep into each fissure and fracture

And it softened stone, skin and heart alike

The meaning of love I could finally capture

I can think of the future, And it looks so bright

I can see it through my nose

I can hear it through my nostrils

The smell of new beginnings,

And of endless possibility

Who knows the stories I may form

And the experiences I will gain

The journey of every thunderstorm

Begins with a single drop of rain