Petrichor by Parina Dhilla
I
sit here
gazing lovingly
at the rain.
I see you, in the sky
above,
pouring yourself
down.
I see me, on the earth
below,
accepting your downpour.
I smell us,
The heady fragrance of
mud and rain.
I smell us
everywhere.
I smell
Petrichor.
About the Author
Parina Dhilla is presently pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism, with Psychology and English Literature. Poetry is her river of thought in a world that is filled with stones of convention and rocks of insecurities. She may not be a good poet, but she definitely loves reading poetry of all sorts and variations.
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