Petrichor

The rain spoke of you
In a whisper of melancholy
It reminded me of your love
The part that was divine and holy

It touched me, yet touched me not
For though are gone, faded in my heart
It smelled of you, And in my memory,
It drew you, like you were a piece of art

Flooding in, the emotions carried
Waves of heartbreak and sad songs
The fleeting moments felt so right
Cherished among all the wrongs