(Today, I will let the pictures - taken by yours truly - and a dash poetry do the talking) Petrichor it is!
The petals fluttered, the leaves chattered,
when a flurry of drops came dancing down;
The grass twitched, the earth grinned,
the clouds gathered and rumbled on;
The wispy winds nuzzled them all,
The shower had them in their thrall,
And in their midst I rooted myself, watching nature have a ball
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| Drenched & demure |
Three tattling beauties
Shower power
Walk down a rain-soaked way
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