Petrichor

by Osalam Wosu

I heard a tale
that rains will come
That our white shoe soles
will have an unwelcome
brown
Of the muddy muck
that kisses the earth
The pregnant flowers
will at last give birth
To enchanting petals
so the bee might visit
Harmattan is ready
with a final whiff of dust
to give
It’s cold night cuddles
will be gone I believe
Cause
I heard tales
that rains will come.

 

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