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Petrichor

Nostalgia

Petrichor

-MKR

First thing you notice about rain is the silver clouds in the sky pregnant with rain. Waiting for the smallest hint of a breeze.

All silent. Grasses swaying lightly with the tease from breeze. Animals and birds cozy in their shelter. You with a cup of coffee at the Verandah. Sitting. Relaxing.

The calm before the wind.

Then you see the rain coming. From the distant. A slanting sheet of water droplets carried inside the wind. Bending every grass blades. The sound reaches you first. Thousands of droplets falling on the leaves of the trees. Water flowing.

Then it hits your face. Small droplets. The water droplets sending you shivers down to the core of your soul, cooling it. The water droplets touch the dry land and the smell.

The Petrichor.

The smell of the rain falling on dry land. It’s a wonderful smell.

The first few drops falling on the land, dry for so long, seeping it into it. The parched land thirstily taking it all. Sitting on the front porch of your old house porch brings a nostalgic feel to it. The smell reduces with every single breath you take. Wanting it more. But never gets it.

But the coffee is good with rain.

The beautiful smell of coffee and rain, brings back memories.

Playing in the rain with brothers and sisters. Father scolding you with a smiling face for playing in the rain. Mother waiting for you with the towel to wipe your head as soon as you come out of rain.

Warmth of the coffee, happy memories. Warms your soul.

You Praise Almighty Allah for the blessings.

Family. Land. Home

Father. Mother. Sister. Brother.

Rain is indeed a blessing. Alhamdulillah.

New Life. New Beginning.