Bad Poetry: Invocation to Petrichor

This is actually Thursday's post. It's going live on Wednesday so it can be shared with the site that prompted it: 

https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/11/poetics-one-word/

In the ancient world ichor meant the vital fluid that flowed through non-human veins. Petr- meant "of a rock or stone." From these word we get "petrichor" as the word for that lovely smell of approaching rain in hot weather. It's more like the sweat of stones than like blood or haemolymph, but whatever. 

This determinedly light verse was written amidst serious prayers for people in the Southwestern States, going into a fourth week of terrible heat, hearing their heat wave exploited by those who stand to profit from one "global warming" theory or another, while the Eastern States set records for a cool, damp summer. This may not actually be the most deadly hot summer the Southwest has survived, but it does seem to be the most brutally unfair hot summer. 

I'm looking at 62 degrees Fahrenheit, clear, less humid after a full day of sunshine with afternoon highs just above 80 for just a few hours. Another record low temperature tonight, Microsoft volunteers through the temperature button on the laptop. This is not July weather. This is late May, early June, or maybe late August weather. I'm asking Google how the weather's been in California, Mexico, Texas, where some of my e-friends are. No relief seems to be in sight for most of them. This week Mexico's looking at 40 to 45 degrees Celsius every afternoon with "cooling" nights as low as 35 degrees Celsius. Mas que soporta el cuerpo. Gentle Readers, I'd send you some of this weather if I could. Since the technology to do that has not been invented yet, please feel free to come East and soak up this record cool weather.

Petrichor, honey of the rock,

Evanescent as wind, forerunner of rain,

The hot lands call you now! Petrichor, Petrichor,

Return once more, whisper o'er

Inland from ocean shore, where parching pore

Cracks ground, cracks lips.

Heat's harsh enough. Exploitation drives blood pressure

Over the Top. Come again, Petrichor,

Rain once more, blow before rain, healing rain!