Dona Sara Biju

PETRICHOR

The chirping of the birds sounded louder

And the lupines bloomed even more brightly

The ostentation of peacocks began to dance

And the frogs were merrily prancing.

 

The sky became even more darker 

Yet there was only bliss all around 

Looking out the window I saw it better

The sight made my eyes glitter.

 

The first drop hit on the ground

Spreading the scent around 

The scent of petrichor could be smelt

The scent that make hearts melt.