My Kinda Perfume

It felt like I was bathing under the waterfall 

Shielded with invigorating shawl

The drops sparkled my skin, replenished my nerves 

Gliding sacredly through all my curves 

Inhaling its aroma, sticking it to my clothes 

The breathtaking petrichor fragranced in loads 

How could someone even hate rain 

This natural shower soothes every pain 

I sprawled in the muddy ground 

shedding the adult me with every mount 

Sunk into its dim aura

Better than artificially made of flora 

I embraced this timeless perfume 

PETRICHOR is the new cool!