PY:Petrichor

I can't find time to do a proper poem everyday--life,I blame you:P
I'm thinking of writing short ones:a quatrain or two,in the worst case maybe even a couplet.:)

Peals of thunder echoed
Amidst the pitter-patter of raindrops
It seemed like a scene from a picturesque dream
Till I woke up to the scent of petrichor.

Magical are the first showers in summer
For the earth hungers passionately for water
And the sky grants it like an indulgent parent
All creation exults in this miracle we call rain.