Poem: “Whispers of the First Rain

“The scent of first rain is a symphony of earthy notes, a sweet harmony of petrichor and the fragrance of ripened mangoes, evoking memories of love and life’s simple joys.”

The scent of first rain, a symphony so sweet,
Echoes of earthy notes, a harmony to greet.
Like a new start, a redo on what’s been done wrong,
The freshness of the air, a beauty to be sung.

It’s a crisp scent that brushes my nose so fine,
A familiarity that calms, a comfort divine.
The smell of first rain, a fragrance so pure and bright,
A sign of the oncoming season, a joy to excite.

It’s a scent that brings memories, of laughter and of play,
Of dancing in the rain, on a sunny summer day.
It’s a fragrance that lifts, the heart and the soul,
A reminder of life’s simple joys, and the beauty that makes us whole.

So let the rain fall, and the scent fill the air,
And let our hearts be filled, with the beauty that’s there.
For in the fragrance of first rain, we find our peace,
And a reminder of life’s simple joys, that never cease.

In the stillness of the night, after the summer’s heat,
Comes the mist of rain, a gentle, soothing treat.
A symphony of droplets, dancing on the ground,
Whispering secrets of nature, in a soft, melodic sound.

For some, it’s a moment to feel the embrace of the rain, as it kisses their skin with a cool, refreshing grace. Each drop serves as a reminder of renewal and rebirth, washing away the dust from the parched earth.

The night comes alive with the rhythm of the rain, a lullaby of nature soothing every ache and pain. In the darkness, they stand under the silver veil, lost in the magic of the first rain’s tale.

So let the mist of rain, wash away your fears,
And let the night sky, dry up your tears.
For in the gentle downpour, there’s a promise of light,
As the first rain whispers, of a new day bright.