I Love this dark poem, and I learned a new word.
a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
“other than the petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass, there was not a trace of evidence that it had rained at all”
Let the sound of the trembling thunder scare away the nightmares, let the flashes of lightning burn these horrid images from my eyes, and let the rain wash away all my troubles until there’s nothing left but your storm and the lingering, peaceful scent of petrichor you leave behind.
© Sarah Doughty
This Beautiful Curse by @kris_johnston_author