Petrichor by Rin Willocks
The world smelled of petrichor
The day after the rain
After flood warnings and drowning hearts
Found their ground again
There was a beauty to the puddles
Like a little sea for paper sailboats
And maybe those puddles
Reflected a piece of me
Saying you don’t have to be an ocean
To hold you hopes afloat
Rin Willocks is writer of poetry and short fiction. She pulls her inspiration from mother nature, human nature, and the parallels found between them. Rin is currently studying English in her home city of Nashville, TN.