Petrichor

That's the smell of rain.

"Rain, is a deceitful plan of mother nature

It leads with a beautiful smell before it lands

Guiding us into a flurry of chaos and wind

Drenching us in the sorrow of tears

Ah, mother, why do you lie to us so?

The winds, they gust they screech

The droplets hit with such gist

Painful is the experience of rain

But when it stops it leaves us no pain

It leaves with a beautiful smell

It leaves with a lingering sparkle

It leaves us with a breath of sweetness

A beauty of wonders and a freshness of bare

Rain, so deceitful sometimes.

Yet it always announces its presence

Through that beautiful smell

Lift your nose up to that inhale of petrichor."

Just some random words that flooded my mind as I walked toward the law school, smell of oncoming rain filled my lungs. And, true to Melbourne weather, the seemingly mild day turned into a a big flurry of winds and a downpour of rain.