Petrichor moment
All day my hand has yearned for pen on untouched page
to spill the words in circle-dancing
linked and spinning, whoop and twirl.
Odd, for the day’s a leaden ghost, still statue
in spite of midsummer solstice, uninspired
silent save the ceaseless sparrows
but suddenly a thunder grumble lightening flash
and at long last drip and splash
soft raindrop patter / blessed scent of petrichor
for all the breathless land baked hard
is soothed and soaked splash and gush
lush and lovely
the longed-for sweet relief, the rain
June 22nd 2022 Hounoux
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