Behond The Rain Poem by Rue Palmer

In the stillness after the storm, When the world holds its breath, A fragrance fills the air, Fresh and clean, beyond compare.Petrichor whispers secrets untold, Drops of heaven on parched earth, Nature's perfume, subtle and pure, Awakening senses, a tranquil allure.Leaves glisten, kissed by the rain, Each droplet a jewel, a tiny refrain, The sky weeps, then smiles anew, Life reborn, in every hue.So breathe deeply, let it surround, The essence of rain, profound, A symphony in the silent refrain, Smell the freshness of the rain.