The parched earth, so thirsty and dry

Longing for rain to fall from the sky

And after days of waiting in vain

Comes the sweet scent of rain

The first drops fall, a gentle sound

Pattering softly on the ground

And as the rain picks up its pace

The air fills with its fresh embrace

Petrichor rises, a fragrance divine

Aromas of earth, wet and fine

A scent so pure, so crisp, so clean

As if nature has just awoken from a dream

The rain pours down, a symphony of sound

Reviving the land, and all around

Nature breathes a sigh of relief

As the rain brings comfort and peace

And after the storm, the air is pure

The fragrance lingers, forevermore

A reminder of the rain’s sweet grace

And the wonders it can bring to this place

Originally Published on https://boomersnotsenior.blogspot.com/

Royce Shook Blogger

I served as a teacher, a teacher on Call, a Department Head, a District Curriculum, Specialist, a Program Coordinator, and a Provincial Curriculum Coordinator over a forty year career. In addition, I was the Department Head for Curriculum and Instruction, as well as a professor both online and in person at the University of Phoenix (Canada) from 2000-2010.

I also worked with Special Needs students. I gave workshops on curriculum development and staff training before I fully retired