Oh, the glorious, muddy, aromatic mess, that makes my nasal passages shout "Yes!" When the heavens open and decide to dump, a gallon of water on a dusty stump, it's not just a drizzle, it's a chemical feast, released from the dirt by a meteorological priest. You see, during the weeks when the sun is a bully, drying the soil to a crisp, fully, all the bacteria in the ground, they hunker down and rarely make a sound. They're sleeping, they're lazy, they're waiting for rain, to do it all over and drive us insane with joy. They're called Actinomycetes, sounds like a band that plays only heavy metal in little wet sheets. When a raindrop hits the ground, it's a tiny explosion, a microbial riot, a dusty commotion! It kicks up geosmin, which sounds like a rock, that you'd wear on your finger, a beautiful stock. But no, it's a compound, a scent so divine, it makes me act nutty, I swear it's a sign. It's that sweet, earthy smell of the mud in the rain, that cures all my worries and clears my poor brain. I stepped out my door, in my pajamas so blue, and the neighbors all looked, well, what else could I do? The smell hit my nose and I started to dance, a jig in the dirt, regardless of stance. The cat ran away, the dog started howling, the clouds in the sky, they were certainly scowling. But I didn't care, I was inhaling the scent, of the earth finally giving, a 90-day rent. It's better than perfume, it's better than air, it's the smell of the ground, without any care. The scientists call it petrichor, which sounds like a fancy, expensive floor, in a mansion for a very small bug, who loves to drink nectar from a tiny mud jug. But to me, it's the perfume of the parched, the smell of the dust, and the wet, and the arched, back of the worm as he wiggles around, enjoying the party in the damp, wet ground. The pavement is wet, the air is all crisp, and the scent is so strong, I might just… wisp! Away to a land of mud-pies and play, where no one tells you that you cannot stay. Out in the puddles, a splash and a splat, I think I just lost my favorite hat! But who needs a hat when you have such a smell, it's a scent that can make all the gloom simply dwell… in the past! And the future is bright, or at least it's quite wet, and it smells just right. I love the smell of the damp earth in the morning, it's better than coffee, without any warning. No need for a shower, just stand in the rain, and let the soil fumes clean out your brain. I think I'll go roll, in the muddy old patch, and let the worms and me, a new friendship catch. It's the sweet smell of dirt, of worms, and of rain, that makes me forget all about any pain. Oh, petrichor, petrichor, you're the best of the best, better than a nap or a very long rest. I'll keep my windows open, and let the air in, and just for a moment, I will simply grin. The neighbors are staring, they think I'm quite mad, but they don't smell the dirt, that makes me so glad. It's the smell of the earth, the scent of the mud, a feeling that rushes right through my blood. It's better than roses, it's better than pine, it's the smell of the ground, and I'm glad it's all mine. The smell of the dirt, it's a marvelous thing, makes me want to dance, and makes me want to sing! So the next time it rains, and you step outside, and the scent of the soil, starts to subside, just take a deep breath, and you will agree, that the smell of the dirt, is the best thing to be! It's the sweet, nutty, musky, and wet, of the earth in the rain, the best smell yet. I love the wet ground, I love the fresh air, I love the way the smell, is just simply everywhere. It's the scent of the soil, it's the smell of the life, a smell that can help, in any kind of strife. So let the rain pour, and let the mud rise, and I'll be the one, with the mud in my eyes, just smelling the joy, that the rain has brought, a scent that is worth, more than a thought. The sweet smell of the mud, in the middle of town, is enough to turn, any sad person around. So forget all your worries, and forget all your stress, and just enjoy the smell, of the wet, dirty mess! It's the wonderful scent, of the earth after rain, and it makes me feel, like I'm young once again. The mud in my hair, and the rain on my face, is the best kind of feeling, in this whole wide place. I'll walk in the puddles, I'll dance in the street, and the smell of the dirt, is so very sweet! The petrichor! Yes, that's the word! The sweetest scent, that I've ever heard! I mean, felt! Or smelled! It's just so fine, that the smell of the dirt, is truly divine. It's the smell of the earth, a magical brew, that makes me happy, through and through. The smell of the soil, it's the best, it's true, I could smell it forever, and I'm sure you would too! So here's to the rain, and here's to the mud, and here's to the petrichor, that fills up the blood! The sweet smell of soil, after a long dry spell, is the best thing in the world, I'm telling you, it's swell! The dampness of the earth, the smell of the rain, is a wonderful thing, that I can't explain! But I'll try, and I'll try, with this very long poem, about the sweet smell, of my little old home, in the dirt! The dirt that I love, the dirt that I know, the dirt that makes, all the lovely plants grow! It's the smell of the soil, it's the smell of the earth, and it brings me joy, and it brings me mirth! So let it rain, let it pour, and I'll ask for more, of that sweet, sweet scent, the wonderful petrichor! The smell of the soil, is the best, it's a fact, and I hope this poem, has a great, funny impact! The smell of the mud, and the smell of the rain, is a joy to the heart, and a joy to the brain! The wetness, the smell, it's a wonderful day, and I hope this poem, has helped in some way, to make you laugh, and to make you smile, at the thought of the mud, for a little while! The sweet smell of soil, it's the best, it's the true, and I love the smell, and I hope you love it too! So here is the end, of this very long tale, about the smell of the dirt, and the rain on the gale! It's a wonderful thing, this smell in the air, a scent that is truly, beyond all compare! The sweet smell of the mud, the wonderful rain, a joy that is better, than any other gain! The smell of the earth, it's the best, it's the top, and I hope that the rain, will never, ever stop! For if it should stop, the smell would go away, and I wouldn't have, this wonderful scent all day! So I'll take the rain, and I'll take the wet, and I'll enjoy the best smell, that I've ever met! The sweet smell of the soil, it's a dream, it's a joy, for every girl, and for every boy! So go out in the rain, and dance in the mud, and enjoy the sweet scent, that fills up your blood! The smell of the soil, it's the best, it's a prize, and it's a wonder, to the nose and the eyes! The sweet, sweet smell of the mud in the rain, is a wonderful thing, that I will always maintain
