Petrichor on My Tongue

The torrent continues, its deluge of suffering overpowering my weak-minded ideals. Swept away, I am a raindrop in the downpour of many. Swept away, I am still here, to my ineffable respite. And I breathe in the sour scent of my smirr, sodden yet dry. As petrichor lingers in the misty air. Not once had I thought of their blossoming petals. Dirty and damp, but welcoming to my kind. My raindrop clings to a towel as others pummel to the ground. Saving me from damnation is the rainbow that I’ll never stop being. As petrichor fills my airy tears. I have been taken by kin, yet I’ll never forget. Lingering glances at my rainbow in the sky, sodden yet dry. They never asked why. But limerence is a fate that I won’t suffer. Suffering is for that of a stray kitten. But the lion feeds on the downpour. The lion enjoys the rain, clinging to his hair. As petrichor lingers in the misty air.