Everytime the drops from heaven..
Come whispering a story..
Impregnates the barren land..
I start sniffing away in glory..
Shamelessly turn into a junkie..
Or even a bouncy li’l puppy..
Getting all high enough to hit the roof rack..
As if I just went to heaven and back..
Petrichor.. You beauty..
Is your smell Chanel or Gucci..
You are here again..
The soulmate of rain..