Sky darkens with a promise of a new downpour that I'm wishing. The air is heavy with anticipation, carrying the scent of petrichor. For? Nothing. But maybe I'm just clueless. This pleasant earthy scent that often accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather, is a sign of an answered prayer. I know it has a function. But like what I've said, I'm clueless. 'Who ever increases knowledge, increases pain.' So I appreciate its existence, but I'm no longer eager to know its essence. Not everyone appreciates this scent. It can make them feel sick.

Each droplet a messenger of renewal, a reminder of nature's relentless cycle, I stand on the threshold, ready to embrace the cleansing embrace of the rain. As the first green shower rain drops fall, I'm self-absorbed.

The world fades into a blur as I focus on the melody of the raindrops. Like a mellow musical ensemble. With lead and bass. (If that's what they call it in guitar world) I seized it, I closed my eyes to feel it. The quietness of my mind can hear the surroundings. Seems I can recognize even its most subtle decibel. Even the crisp sound of rain drops on each blade of grass. And I'm slowly heading on the edge of my emotions.



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Stanza Series: Crafted Ache
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