Petrichor

Whenever I smell petrichor

I remember the odor

that lingers in my anime-themed sandos

I used after a day of playing hide-and-seek

in our neighborhood

 

The search would halt by the rain

There were no complaints

as cheese bread and orange-flavored soft drink

await at home

When the sun shows its might again,

we wear our detective hats anew

 

Whenever I smell petrichor

I wish life were as easy as before

Now, we hide our pains

We seek relief

Adulting is a game that we are tired of playing

I am thankful for the rain as it mutes the noise

of the metropolis I built in my mind