Cloudburst

Petrichor, 

a reflection of Earth’s beauty. 

Some humans find the rain 

plummeting in droplets on the inky street 

to be melancholy. 

Nevertheless, there will perpetually be comfort in sadness. 

A type of tranquility. 

The earthly aroma lingering in the air, 

an unadulterated beauty of grace to smell. 

The feeling whilst Earth is creating that smell- 

indescribable. 

Sitting in your bedroom corner, 

mindfully listening to the sound 

of each evening dew droplet. 

Individually all dissimilar. 

Each having a story of their own. 

One was held by God’s hand, 

which he slowly let go of. 

An additional one had once been a piece of ice,

“Why do I feel so fragile?” it said. 

Another one has been through this stage before, 

many times. 

Some have even landed on preexisting things. 

“Mommy can I pick that flower up?” 

Instead, they smelled Earth’s beauty. 

The water droplet touching their nose from the rose petal. 

Petrichor. 

It was everywhere. 

Earth left her aroma for earthlings to adore. 

Water droplets. 

Diminutive, but an immense beauty of Earth.

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Fatima Ahmed