Sensory Thunder

The caress of rain
On crumpled skin,
A raindrop’s languid kiss
On a dusty finger tip;
Halting the world for a moment,
A breath from an open window,
Lingering for less than a heartbeat
Before the thunder of petrichor
Hits you like a wave, a wall,
An all-encompassing scent,
Forever clinging to the edges of your memory
As soaked clothes to your skin,
Making you shiver in summer heat