Stale summer meadows
under white heat-blasted skies
thunder lurks the night

Bright daggers slice the darkness
drops fall like pennies
pavements run with instant floods

Smells of new-wet earth
raise pungent long gone memory
from dust-blocked days


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One Response to Petrichor

  1. Andi Pearson says:

    A lovely use of haiku and you’ve really captured the experience of summer heat broken by storm.

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