Hold My Hands

Hold my hand and walk with me till the end. 

Loving you is like loving rain, 

Your presence in my life is like a petrichor after the rain. 

The notion is intoxicating, exhilarating, reviving

embracing me in all sense.

 

After a drizzle, the thirsty cracked grounds, piling up of starved mounds.

 And me reviving my empathy with your petrichor in every round.