This poem was the linkback perk for the March 3, 2020 Poetry Fishbowl,
originally hosted by DW user Dialecticdreamer. It came out of the January 7, 2020 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from DW user Erulisse. DW user Elinox sponsored the last two verses.
Petrichor
Rain falls,
and the earth
gives up a scent
of soil soaked with
the oils of plants,
rich with the breath
of tiny living things
and when thunder comes,
ozone rides the wind with it.
The name itself means
"blood of the stone,"
and it touches on
the gods of old.
It is incense without fire,
ancient and sacred.
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Notes:
Petrichor is the scent of rain falling on soil.