I didn’t write for the NaPoWritMo prompt today because our two kitties, Chloe and Sophie, finally made it home. Instead, I wrote a haiku for my poem-a-day creative endeavor.
spring rain... the scent of petrichor fuels primal urges ©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro
We awakened to a gunmetal gray, heavy-clouded sky. As the rumble of thunder grew louder, the rain pounded against the roof. Flashes of lightning slashed at the clouds with bright bursts of light.
I couldn’t tell you the last time we heard a thunderstorm—probably since we left Florida years ago. The scent of the wet earth filled me with the scent of spring. What a lovely morning!
Beautiful, Sis!
Thank you! 🥰🙏🏻🌧
This is such an evocative haiku, Colleen!
Thanks, Merril. That storm this morning awakened all of my senses. ❤️
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So beautiful. I love that photo.
The clouds were amazing this morning. The mother goddess revealed her presence. ❤️
It’s saying “grow”! (K)
Make the grass green! 😍
Few things more delightful than the scent of petrichor. Lovely.