Eagerly awaited in parched places
producing life in desert oases
feared in low-lying river basins
suffered stoically on vacation
welcomed by gardeners
inhaling petrichor* with appreciation.

* Petrichor – the smell given off by rain falling on dry earth.

I’m struggling to write anything at all, but had to have a go at the Poetics prompt for dVerse, having lived in the tropics and suffered the twitchy days before the monsoon changed.

all the wild I could findall the wild I could find today

Likewise, my wild muse has gone walkabout without me for Sally’s challenge, largely because of the murderous mowings of my village.  Yes, they’ve shaved the banks again yesterday, for the third time in recent weeks.  I tore the tractor driver off a bit of a strip and consequently he stopped cutting when he came to our bank, but everywhere else is scorched earth.where has the wild gone


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21 Responses to Monsoon

  1. Dorianna says:

    Very ingenuous how in brevity you covered the emotions of so many peoples and geographic areas; how each would be affected and how they felt..superb write

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  2. Candy says:

    Ah, the lovely smell of rain!

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  3. Grace says:

    I love the smell of rain…and petrichor, I have to use this word one day too ~ Thanks Viv ~

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  4. Abhra says:

    Inhaling petrichor has always been the most favorite part of monsoon for me. Thanks.

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  5. Nature creates and awaits Balance
    in happy families of Earthquakes
    Meteors.. Comets.. Tsunamis
    Volcanos.. Hurricanes and
    wettest giving life force
    of all the distributor
    of wealth of
    Love in
    Monsoon of

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  6. Very nice. I love the verbs you chose and all the different emotions and attitudes monsoon can cause. Peace, Linda

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  7. kanzensakura says:

    I like what you did and that you used one of my favorite words that I learned about in one of my engineering classes. I have written a poem about petrichor….and you did a great job with it in this poem. I know that you probably have something wonderful in the works. I always look forward to your poems!

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  8. The smell of rain after drought.. There is nothing better… and yes as gardener it’s bliss.

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  9. I love rainfall and the smell… it’s like a peacefulness released into the air…

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  10. julespaige says:

    I think I learned petrichor on some word list prompt. But I couldn’t tell you which one.
    Glad to see we are passing along our ‘knowledge’ 😉

    While I agree there needs to be some green space – green space is where tic and the like, like to live. And poisonous plants which don’t like me very much. I started going up a trail (I’m out of my home state at the moment) and saw a bunch of ‘leaves of three’. I turned around and went back another day with longer slacks.

    Rain is a good thing. There are supposed to be some nasty storms coming through the mid-western US today. But so far the sky looks clear where I’m at.

    Cheers and thanks for your visit.

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  11. No worries. She’s just gathering shiny ideas for more beautiful creations 😀

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  12. tialys says:

    Another new word I’ve learnt today!

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  13. Misky says:

    I didn’t know that scent had a name!



  14. billgncs says:

    I like that word petrichor – parts of France can be very dry.

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  15. X says:

    I love the smell of rain during and after a thunderstorm. So earthy.
    It has been scorching hot here the last several weeks. The thunderstorms
    are sweet relief.

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  16. No wonder your muse is walk-about…when the wild keeps being brutalized around you…I’m sorry, Viv and I’m glad to see your posts regardless of their ignorance. I love the word petrichor.


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