Memories of Petrichor ©Dawn Minott

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry
Have you ever experienced the delight and tranquility that comes from listening to the raindrops gently tapping against your window? If so, my friend, you might be a pluviophile—a person who finds immense pleasure in the rain and its soothing presence.

In Jamaica’s embrace, my heart recalls
Cherished memories, as raindrops fall
The first few droplets, on scorching terrain
Unleashing petrichor’s earthy-fragrant reign

Hot ground beseeched, quenched by nature’s grace
Vapor ascending in a calming embrace
That earthy scent kissed by rain’s soft touch
A tender whisper, I’ve missed so much

Pitter-patter ricocheting off zinc rooftop
Nature’s symphony, a comforting backdrop
Childhood’s realm, a world of pure delight
Where simplicity and joy took whimsical flight

All worries melt away in this nostalgic space
Recalling petrichor weaving her mystical embrace
Ahh, exhaling gratitude, a heartfelt sigh
For memories cherished, never to deny

Petrichor, a gift from nature’s grand design
Where rain and earth unite—oh so divine
In Jamaica’s land, those moments held dear
Petrichor’s essence forever near

Afterword: In conceptualizing this piece it took me way back into childhood memories—it was a nostalgic joyful creative walk back in time. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
Kim, hostess at dVerse, invites us to choose one of the basic four
elements and write a poem. My choice — water (rain) — in this republished piece. 

Posted for Poetics: The Four Elements @dVerse Poets Pub

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In creative solidarity, Dee

43 thoughts on “Memories of Petrichor ©Dawn Minott”

    1. It really does. If ever you need to use the sense of smell for water it’s at the first part of rain on a hot day when the parched earth meets the first raindrops. Uuuummm … petrichor 👃 💦💕

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  3. I’m so glad you joined us for the Four Elements Poetics, Dawn, with a delightful poem about one of my favourite smells and things: rain. I so enjoyed the evocative lines:

    ‘The first few droplets, on scorching terrainUnleashing petrichor’s earthy-fragrant reign’

    and

    That earthy scent kissed by rain’s soft touchA tender whisper, I’ve missed so much’.

    I imagine rain is precious in Jamaica.

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    1. Rain is absolutely precious in Jamaica. I remember as a kid those first few drops on the parched earth and I see the steam coming up off the ground —it was like magic in my little girl mind. And then that earthy smell. We’d make mud pies.

      Now when it rained at night—that was a whole different vibe. The raindrops on the zinc roof trump every sleeping pills on earth—it lulled you into the most peaceful rest. I miss those simple days.

      Thanks for a great post. You sent me down memory lane again and it was wonderful 💕🌺💕

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        1. Ok good, that’s great. The garden looking good here too. This year again my hydrangeas are barely blooming. Of 6 plants only 1 flowering and even so it’s just 1/single cluster 🙄🙃😢

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