The Winter Rain

Cold it is, winds blowing gale,
Raining it is with chances of hail.
Love in the winds, petrichor in the air,
Heaven it reminds me, a sight so rare.
The clouds in the sky turning dark,
Silence so common, inaudible is a bark.
The sky lits up sometimes, bright streaks of light,
Flashes of lightning and the thunder showing its might.
The petrichor that arises fills up a void,
A dream of heaven, and a world no longer devoid.