Petrichor

Thu, 06/20/2013 - 21:29 -- jayde_e

The scent of rain on dry Earth.

Churning like seawater on a stormy day.

Rising from the ground like bluebonnets on a summer evening.

Petrichor is a delight.

Wafting about beneath soft grey skies.

Traveling on the cool breeze like fairy dust in the wind.

The scent of nature.

As fresh and invigorating as a thing could be.

A promise of new life.

A promise of new days.

A promise of more nights.

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