Petrichor

The pleasant fragrance of the ground,

Announcing the forthcoming showers,

The dampness all around,

The raindrops glinting on the flowers.

Those who say the sun brings joy,

Have never danced in the rain.

For rain is just Heaven's ploy,

To wash away your pain.

Listen to the rhythmic song,

As it rejuvenates the soil.

The Earth's thirst quenched after long,

The farmers rewarded for their toil.

So, sit back and enjoy the Petrichor,

Until it is one with the rivers.