• ink_impressions 9w

    The long forgotten

    The smell of rain is a deep nostalgia. Preserved beneath the growing frustrations is a childhood memory sweet and tender as honey. Sometimes it dribbles down the wakes of mind, raining down and giving birth to a petrichor of emotions. The draught takes me back to the good old times, watching the falling drops of curiosity, eagerly by the window. Rain always fascinate me, for it's something that intrigue me from such a young age. Now as I watch it rain, I yearn for the warmth of a sip of coffee, the bite of a crunchy cookie and the innocence of a long forgotten childhood...