• flyingcolors__ 23w


    Everytime it rains,
    The child inside the grown up girl,
    Craves hard to dance in it.

    Petrichor is her favorite smell,
    The gloomy clouds with a sparkling thunderstorm,
    It was just a thrill for a span,
    And again everything became silent.

    Everytime rain makes her thoughtful and when it ends it so void.