The Bliss of Petrichor - 100 Days of Poetry Challenge Day #3

in steemitschoolpoetry •  7 years ago 

I've always loved the rain, ever since I was a kid. It rained here today and so I got my inspiration for this poem. I love petrichor, which is the rich earthy scent you get when rain falls on dry soil. Whenever it rains, I go out just to sit in the rain, inhale the petrichor and think. I hope you enjoy reading this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The sky is overcast and gloomy

Some people are angry
They have unfinished business outside

Some are happy
The earth will be soft
Crops can grow

Some people are indifferent
They’re lazing in bed

An overcast sky is not a good sign
There’s going to be a storm
Everyone is running to get shelter
To shield themselves
From the sound battering of fat raindrops

A raincoat here, an umbrella there

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A maelstrom of colour
And a flurry of motion

Everyone wants to remain dry

I sit on the stairs and watch them all
I laugh inwardly
Enjoying the frantic movement

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Then I turn my face skyward
And then I wait, albeit impatiently.
I wait till the first raindrop hits the earth
And then I smile

There’s a reaction
And then it starts

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The Petrichor begins to waft into my nostrils
Subtle at first, almost shy
And then with each raindrop, she gains confidence

She rises in full strength
Captivating in her earthiness
She struts her invisible form about
And captivates me

I try to trap her essence in my soul
But she’s elusive

She’s like a coy lover,
Teasing me with herself
Arousing my deepest desires
And promising me pleasures unparalleled
She drives me half mad with wanting
I run wild with lusting after her

And then when I reach out for her,
She steps to the side
And leaves me unfulfilled
In the throes of my need

I’m wet now
Soaked through and through
I don’t care
I refuse to care

I want her pure essence
The scent going in through the windows
Is diluted by the accoutrements of man

And so I sit on the stairs
Wet to the bone and cold too
I inhale and inhale and inhale

One of these days, I’ll perfect the art of bottling her up.

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I love the smell of the air after it rains. Great job on your poem.

Thank you very much. I love it too.