The drizzle drops caused a stir,
I never wanted to pour to stand a pause.

The drops on the window of my car,
Did not stop their reach there.

They slowly comforted my soul,
The thunder and lightning were an additional awakening to find my purpose in life.

The light drizzle added to its cure,
With every passing raindrop, I got my answers.
Answers to the vast questions wherein which there stood no boundaries.

By the end of the rainfall,
I found solace in the Petrichor.
It was a mark of not something new, but something better.