Petrichor

The smell of rain
rocks and earth
releasing wet fragrance into the air
I breathe it in
Lung deep
and wonder
if someone could bottle this perfume

Permission now
in the wet
to be quiet
reflective and softer

I like these days
more human this slowness
I turn pages of a book 
feeling paper and ink once more
delicious stretching and
soft blankets

Secretly excited 
as the river bursts her banks
brown and wild
at the end of the garden
I walk out in the rain
letting it dance on my skin

My bare feet squelch
through the tropical sodden grass
exploring life between toes

How Mother Gaia is reforming the landscape
her way
claiming it back 
Washing away the mad rushing
Bringing respectful pace