Petrichor

Petrichor

I don't know about the smell 

Of the rain on the rocks

After a long drought 

But imagine the aroma

Of a scanty rain on a paddock

After a relentless Australian summer

Full of roo scats

When the meagre drops barely

Make it to the parched ground 

Before evaporating 

Filling the air 

With a strong musky scent

Conjuring the image of large

Wilder animals prowling on the hunt

Ready to pounce on any prey

Passing by! Luckily for us

In Oz these are kept in Zoos

Behind secure enclosures

We just have to pray 

For a heavy downpour to wash

These away and leave

The smell of the eucalyptus 

To clear the air and refresh our heads.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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NaPoWrimo 2016, 

17/30 , TSL