By Y. Len    Y. Len

A son of Sun’s dalliance
with cumulonimbus cloud.
A rainbow’s older olfactory brother.
As a long-guarded secret, spoken, at last, aloud,
petrichor permeates ground.

Acutely evocative of the Garden of Eden,
it is ethereal and evanescent.
Ozone oozing, but a bit bitter,
primeval and audaciously adolescent,
petrichor acts as an antidepressant.

what else can you tell
about a smell?

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