The Petrichor - A sonnet

Happiness is the sound of rain falling

The Pitter, patter upon mother earth

The petrichor in the air comes a calling 

Refreshing, earthy , a wondrous birth


Our laughing eyes wander for a distance

Happy cheeks rise sporting a smile

Mother Earth proud as our eyes glance

At her earthy wet attired raindrop  style


Puddles are made not just for girls and boys

The splashing  is enjoyable for all

Kick off your shoes, there are puddles to enjoy

Listen to our inner child, the cool water calls


Enjoy the petrichor born of newly fallen rain

Go out,  enjoy your inner child again