A Petrichor

poem by: Jessica

  I stood under the pouring rain,

brooded over the love.

Sometimes, love is like a coming rain,

it sprinkles your drought,

it can mesmerize you through deep affection.

Sometimes, love is like a coming rain,

it falls down and you never know when will it stop,

you wish it quickly stops but it never seems.

it can make you waiting for so long, without being told when will it be over,

without being told whether love is still there or not.

Sometimes, love is like a coming rain,

it comes across thunderstorm and get startled.

it can frighten you from being hurt and get wound inside.

Sometimes, love is like a coming rain,

it can ultimately be a pleasant fragrance, —an odor in the air.

The rain can release minerals in the soil that can also react with any chemicals on roadways, such as gasoline and oil, leading to unpleasant smells. - See more at: http://wxguys.ssec.wisc.edu/2012/04/30/why-does-it-smell-good-after-a-rain/#sthash.xHQEVAC2.dpuf

it can lastly be an unpleasant fragrance, —an odor mingles with chemicals on roadways.

That's a petrichor, smell of earth after the rain.

it can light up your world by happy ending,

it can break down your sphere by sad ending,

That's a petrichor, smell of heart after the 'rain'. love
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