Light diffused a hazy firmament,
Tight confused a humid temperament.
A drop, a mist, a thundersome roar,
It’s soft, it’s hard, a loud drum downpour.
We scuttle, we cower, while heavens flow free,
Umbrellas, tight raincoats, neath foliaged tree.
And when the fresh patter is with us no more,
We’re left to savour that sweet petrichor.