Petrichor – An Acrostic


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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