• ray_27 10w

    PETRICHOR

    Yawning I make my way up to peep out of the window, hearing the splattering sound; I look up at the wind chime dancing with the wind making melodious blows seems profound.
    I open the window welcoming the gush of the feathery cold air to touch my face converting the frown into a smile in a haze; the cold air made my soul prudent, rain sprinkling acute drops on my face.
    As I breathe, I smell the fresh scent of the moist earthy soil; with a gigantic drop of rain on my cheek in this moment I embroil.
    The feeling I got was spectacular; far away from your memory terror.

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