POETRY

When The Dry Spell Lifts !

Spreading the magic of nature’s scent

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As I walk through nature
Being a pluviophile that I’m
I yearn for more green
With the healing sounds of rain

The dry spell then lifts
As my optimism ensues
I feel drops and more drops of water
Trickling down my arm
Watching the mizzle become rain

Taking a deep nature sniff
I sing a soulful song
As the Earth releases
The most pleasant scent - Petrichor

©Neha Sandhir. All Rights Reserved.

This poem is in response to Somsubhra’s beautiful prompt- Petrichor, from his wonderful poem, ‘Woolen Balls of Rain !’.

Woolen balls of rain!

This is a part of ‘The Never-Ending Poem’ challenge from Martin Rushton.
Thank you, Martin, for starting this thread.