The musky smell of rain. There’s something special about it.
Maybe we humans are intrinsically made to stop for a long moment, take in the smell of warmth, and feel emotions we usually suppress.
The smell is also a soft cue for a warm cup of tea, light music, and a special someone to hold and share it with. It could be just the play of the heart, but the tea tastes better, the music sounds sweeter, and the hugs feel more comforting. But not all of us are lucky enough to enjoy this simple trio of joy, are we? I'd say, let's not lose hope, because spring is always around the corner.
Speaking of emotions—our happiness, especially mine, comes from others.
Recently, I played a game called Describe Me By. When it was a pretty woman's turn to describe me, she said,
"I could write poetry."
Those four words warmed my heart. It's one of the sweetest compliments I shall hold close for a long time.
Funnily enough, I also felt like an imposter. I don't have it in me to write poetry—at least, not the kind that holds universes within it. I, too, am curious about the women who were muses for poetry. What beauty must they have held, and what divine charm were they entwined with?
I guess we shall never know.
Oh, by the way, there’s a name for the fresh smell of rain. It’s called:
Petrichor—The unique scent following a rain shower, when the world seems to sigh with pleasure, and we, unconsciously perhaps, breathe in a little more deeply, savoring the smells in return.
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