Dry Soil
Dry Soil


The rain
comes calling
your name.
Me, a dry
soil without
your love
drenches in it,
emanating petrichor
which the
zephyr carries to
you as a reminder
that someone still
misses you.
The rain
comes calling
your name.
Me, a dry
soil without
your love
drenches in it,
emanating petrichor
which the
zephyr carries to
you as a reminder
that someone still
misses you.