Petrichor of love

I am that soil,

I have awaited since long,

I have awaited since long

For the raindrop

To get wet in that love

That I thoroughly deserve.

And have rights on it.

I knew that she belonged to the sky,

I am the soil,

I am not a match,

But still I fell in love

And she also never said no.

Time came,

She embraced the customs of sky,

Touched the trees of traditions,

And made a home in the rose.

I remained same,

Awaiting the touch.

I question God that

Don't I deserve for even once

To become drenched in the story of her presence 

And spread the petrichor of love?