Petrichor

I walked through the wet streets
I walked alone, in good company
As the music buzzed in my ears
With the one around me, played through years
And the ground I walked on
Wafted fumes of euphoria,
Of mud and monsoon
As the rain hit dirt.

I looked around, at people, with pity
The petrichor’s calling for whom wasn’t enough.
Ignorant fools, they hid under umbrellas
From the purest of gifts: Not rain. That moment.
But I knew much better
For when the downpour stopped
I’d be the only one soaked,
I’d be the only one smiling.

Advertisements
Posted in you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s