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Petrichor

Earth and Rain conspire  
With air to make fire  
Infectious olfactory cue  
To Imaginings of desert:  
Oases, sandstorms  
And Torrential floods  

Its a snake's fnasting  
Tasting the smells with tongue  
A damp forest floor  
Teeming with mosses, mushrooms
And warm warrens
 
It's the shushing of tires  
As they create wakes  
Like prows of determined ships  
To chagrin of librarian and poet  
 
But not so nearly so much as  
Sprinkling spring branches  
Spattering my screen with  
Distracting rainbow pearls
Written by Tardegrade
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Author's Note
I've always loved the smell of petrichor.
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