First love is like the first rain of the season.
Your soul soothes on listening the symphony of sparrows chirping, cuckoos cooing and mockingbird singing.
Butterflies open their wings and dust pollen in the air as if performing ballet.
The birds and animals rejoice as if a festival is about to begin.
Likewise, is first love, always on the ninth cloud, everything looks so dreamy and it's the knock of love in one's life. The world seems irrelevant, and he seems to be your world. It opens gateway of experiences that both mind and soul welcome with open arms.
The song of union is like the rain droplets caressing Earth and making way for a pious intimacy of souls. Petrichor symbolic of the two making love, just like the passion of love can ablaze the bodies on fire.
Such is the beauty of first love and rain, leaving an impression on your heart; unforgettable memories for the mind. People pass by like seasons but none had the audacity to replace the first love as first rain, so; they bask about their glory of being the undefeated king of hearts in ages to come.
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