And my feet splash into the tiny puddles. It feels as though the tiny drops welcome me home.
They caress my feet and cover them with an icy touch that sends shivers all over me. The droplets of rain cover me in their embrace, cold and windy. It forces people all around to take shelter. They stand under roofs and rub their arms- craving a warmth that my heart lacks. I am not one of them. I am not seeking shelter. It is as if the rain is my abode, no matter how cruel it might be. I walk through the pour as my feet dance in the glory that it witnesses all around. My body twirls to the rhythm of the rain and the clouds look over me. They stand witness to the thoughts I brew, to the steps I take, and to the tears I cry.
As I feel my body go numb to the icy storm around me, a thought takes over. It consumes my entire being. I ponder and realise that in some other multiverse, I would be standing under the rain with an umbrella. I wouldn’t be the soul who craves the touch of the rain. I wouldn’t be the girl who finds solace in these drippy clothes and pouring hair. And I feel sadness for that version of me. Thorough sadness because I am sure that nothing matches the feel of rain against your skin. I am sure that nothing makes you feel more alive than a rain storming you.
The air around me turns warm and the clouds calm down. The stormy beats turn into soft melodies. No more is the world dancing for me. No more is the water caressing me… all that is left is a reminder. A reminder of the best of times.
And that reminder is petrichor. The Petrichor is swirling around me and making me write my heart out.
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