Scent of rain sent after storm

The storm recedes, its rage now spent, Leaving the earth to emit a scent, A dank, damp, earthy smell of wet grass, That breaks the drought, from its parched impasse. In the quiet there after, all is still, Thunder's rumble quelled to distill, Sound to liquid, rage to peace, As hopes of rebirth and new life increase. The scent of rain is a heaven sent smell, Wafting up to dispel a lingering spell. It's a therapy from nature's apothecary, Dispensed from a dry-grass prairie. Imbibe the aroma of the heavenly scent, To flush the stench of discontent, From your life's toil and strife. Imbibe its smelling salts, revive your life.