Petrichor

The dryness

Is in

The air.

It needs to 

Rain.

To clean

To purify

To recharge

Life.

The dryness

Is all over

The dry

Fall leaves

The air.

The drops

Finally 

Start falling

And the relief

I need

Is in the

Air.

The scent 

Of this

Long awaited

Rain..

Cleanses.

Petrichor

You fill my 

Nose will

Sweetness

And give me 

Hope.