Peace of mind is the scent of petrichor
luring you in wanting more
it is the aroma of heavenly nature
in this moment, there is no love greater
after the rain we enjoy fruits of labor
this is the song of the true love maker
a delicate pluviophiles prayer
Petrichor is one of my favorite words! This is a lovely poem …”a delicate pluviophile’s prayer.” Yes! I really like that last line!
Indeed. I am a lover of rain. The scent, the sound, and the vibration is healing and miraculous.