Petrichor
The noise of it falling
Comes closer on the wind
Louder
Brisker
As if the two have mated
And birthed that funky smell
Of Petrichor
Oh we have
Met before
The smell
Well remembered
After long hot summers
In brown dry paddocks
Frightening dry forest floors
A welcome smell
To bring relief
To all
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