Here, I’ve described rain poetically with respect to the five senses:
The crisp wet air
Projects a shadowy limelight
In an inebriating
Masquerade
Of minty moonlight;
The silent break
In the quirky vaccum
Gives birth to an aura
With a young perception
Of acute
Reminiscences;
Reeking petrichor,
An intoxicating concoction
Of virginal incense
Camouflaged in fresh soil
And a scintillating
Whiff of blowing camphor;
A gentle rip of
The angelic nimbus
Pouring shudders
Of innocuous gunshots
That spill an immaculate
Hooch of timed music;
The burning desire
Of insatiable tongues,
Satisfied with opaline
Blessings that spout
An hors d’oeuvre of
Blissful eternity!
7verina 