Petrichor
Before or after
The rain reminds me of you
Time's ripples extend
Water softens stone
Of heart, mind, roots, and branches
Like a limb waking
Like hands washing clean
When stubborn dust surrenders
Silver scrubbed shiny ππ
Like true hearts revealed
When reputation breaks down
And all can be seen
All needed swaps made
Praying mercy will prevail
But ready if not
Like its name, subtle
The smallest glimmer of hope
Twinkling in eyes
Harsh words unspoken
For even a whisper here
Will shake to the core
A mark of sadness
Deafening silence echoes
The smell {(of the}) rain
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