Petrichor

I love petrichor not just the metaphor but also the sound and shape similar to round I love thunder hidden there under is the lightening from elevated heightening I love dark clouds so fluffy but the pouts covers whole blue sky which soon about to cry I love this stormy feeling when winds becomes appealing such thoughts are my dealing insignificance existence healing Amazing yet very simple moody needy and nimble dimmed dew so dizzy drops resting above the resting crops It takes me out of my ego sphere built by daily life of fear makes me realize how vast this nature little self i’m but a little creature And the huge difference still manages empowering me turn one force for damages the faster the harsher this rain wrecks it renders my self into transparent specks And in the next moment i turn become little droplets to return vibrating back to the nature’s glow i’m scent of sky above and earth below