Petrichor

When the drops touch my face,
When the drops bounce on my palm,
Each little drop douses the fire in me,
Each little drop evaporates in the heat of my worries.
All the memories that daunt me washes away,
All the illusions dissolve in the rain.

When the drops tickle my eyes,
When the drops kiss my neck,
Each little drop quenches the thirst within ,
Each little drop clears the windows of my heart.
All my woes are flushed away,
All the pretentious masks melt away.

When the drops drench my hair,
When the drops trickle down my skin,
Each little drop delves deep into me,
Each little drop rejuvenates my soul.
All my breaths seem fresh and anew.
All my dreams are reborn..