PETRICHOR

PETRICHOR

July monsoon! Perfume of wild roses and a meadow breeze played a medley

Winding it's through my cobblestone alley

The air was charged in static shrouds

Rich marbled metal skies laden with grey livid clouds

Ready to explode any moment at their seams

Their soul fragmented into a million droplets drenching earth-parched dreams

Summer flowers drooped in an intoxication of the marvel

In the ripples and puddles the symphony of nature would revel

Petrichor along with floral notes dances a tango in the rain infused fare…

There came a feathered visitor, a majestic beauty

With a Sapphire and Emerald plumage resplendent

A golden fan tail with thousands of mesmerizing eyes iridescent!

He's the magnificent Mayura, the compassionate Chitramekhala, the pious Parvani

Heralding the monsoon unfurling his celestial feathers in full glory!

My pale blue denim legs deepened to a bright indigo

Matching his as I danced with him in the summer shower and jumped in the puddles without an ado

As the quenching rain marinaded the sweet fresh grass

His plaintive cries were a love song of uplifting tune which rose to a crescendo

Petrichor was an aphrodisiac as the peacock frolicked in a frenzy

As I blissfully watched a star-studded show from my porch, a steaming coffee in hand and bundled in quilts cozy!

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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