PETRICHOR

Oh, you mighty king, the burning Sun

Have you ever thought ,

how tormenting you can be?

Our parched throats, feel no respite,

No matter how many gallons we drink.

You, in the tempest of heat

Have totally lost your cool

And even driven us into A.C, rooms .

Seriously, you are no less a rogue!

But today's storm and heavy squall

Scurried you behind the dark clouds

Twas such a treat to see you scuttling.

And that divine smell, rising

In the environment....Petrichor!

I dashed open all the doors, to

Inhale deeply that heavenly euphoria of

Petrichor...Petrichor!