The Petrichor

I feel so alive,
With every gush of petrichor.
It tugs me to the times,
When my siblings and I used to dance under the sky.
Those were the childhood times,
Cannot be retrieved but can be embraced after every rain.
Petrichor,
No scents in the market can match her.
My face always beams,
When the rain spreads the petrichor theme.
Inhale the air during petrichor,
And You can feel this priceless treasure.

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