The rain draws near,
thunder claps: a barrage,
of thousand hands.
the earth swells;
exhales a petrichor,
as rain riding on,
the whistling wind; drops.
ribbons descend;
upon the ground, anchored;
to hovering clouds,
and sky and earth,
once dragged apart;
meet, at last.
words seldom exchanged,
heaven and earth remain,
connected; only through
the falling rain.
- Author: krutarth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 4th, 2022 11:24
- Category: Nature
- Views: 12
Comments1
Wow what an artistic piece. The use of the word "petrichor" really activate the senses and your imagery is utilized excellently. Well done! 💖
thanks a lot!!!(●'◡'●)
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