Pleasing smell of the
Earth, so naked and naïve.
Tantalizing the olfactory nerves,
Reassuring the onset of the rain.
Intoxicating the poet who’s
Clouded with thoughts,
Hallucinating all the nature lovers,
Oh! Indeed a bliss it is and
Rightly called the Petrichor.
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