After The Rain

Out of the house and onto the street,

I notice something in the air, something quite sweet.

It’s the fragrance of rain from yesterday’s downpour,

There’s a name for that smell, ah yes petrichor.

Everything is slightly different, seemingly the same,

Washed and clean from the drops of rain,

The fallen dates have become a brown mush,

And the dust has disappeared from tree and bush,

I notice a snail, its shell the colour of snake,

A tortoise under cover, not quite awake,

But best of all is the splashing of uncoordinated feet in a muddle,

As all ages of children jump from puddle to puddle.

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