Of Rains, Petrichor and Nostalgia
The soothing patters of rain over our roof are still ringing in my ears. I just turned around and lo! Monsoons were nowhere to be seen. I couldn't even bid a goodbye. The rains had stolen my heart a long time ago. I am sitting here in a small corner, struggling with my vocabulary to give that perfect description of the endless connection I have with rain.
I was walking down the lane, dilapidated and exhausted. And suddenly a few drops of those rejuvenating water splashed over my skin. And the way it re-energized my soul is intangible. So forgive my write-up for lacking in words. It is said broken is beautiful. Perhaps this is why broken clouds look so beautiful. Every time they break, raindrops pelt down and rejoice my heart again and again. Well, I think the rising phoenix metaphor perfectly matches this description.
I wonder what on earth made me write this post at this point! But as my post solely emotes rains, I would like to dedicate it to all the pluviophile out there.
If your heart also blisses out during the eternal moments of rain and petrichore, do comment below. You can also share one of the best moments of your life explicitly connected to rains.