Challenge
It only comes out when it rains
Prose or poetry
Petrichor
he wakes his love
dark rumble
over lush surface
she feels his insistence
a building deluge
that can no longer be denied
cloudbursts profess
his love unbound
as she achingly pulls
every aqueous droplet offered
into her substratum
for she knows
this is life itself
spent, he deeply inhales
the rising aromatic nectar
of their liaison
upon her landscape
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