Petrichor

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Petrichor 

The dying earth beckons -

Its cry a silent upheaval 

Of the old order. 

Parched and broken,

It sticks out its

Skinny limbs,

Drooping, dull, defeated.

The gods, they say,

Show mercy to the grieving

And send down droplets,

A few at a time,

Of their own blood.

The earth sighs - 

Its breath that wafts along

With the breeze 

Carries the fragrance of petrichor.