Petrichor

The salty breeze hits me, sending a pulse up my spine.
I came here to wash away my worries;
the roar of the ocean is rhythm to my soul
a soul that comes and goes like the tides
in which I sometimes drown.
The thing about the ocean is,
unlike people,
it always comes back.
The dry cracked earth nourishes every drop in gratitude.
The Lullaby rooftop rhythm hits my heart hard
as I trace cold drops sliding down the window.
it reminds me of myself
cold.
I grasp its hope,
its forgiveness
I offer the warmth of my fingertips
it just keeps on sliding.
Every drop creates new life–
it waters the soul, encouraging it to regrow.
The iconic smell after rain fills my heart with hope
hope for the future
for my soul needs to nourish every drop it gets.
My torn heart is overflowing
sweet yet bitter saltiness
releasing what is screaming from within
I’m sick of this never ending
feeling
please just go away
I love the rain
no longer am I crying by myself
I love water
it stays clear and reliable
it provides life for every single thing
everything but you.
Please just drink it.