Petrichor Blues

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The clock ticked beside my desk as I typed away on my computer.

Outside, it was dull and rain poured heavily from the sky. Although it was pretty early, it was already quite dark due to the clouds and rain.

Some may say that this is the perfect time to rest and unwind, get a cup of hot choco, or binge watch a show they discontinued. It's the perfect weather for those who enjoy it.

I personally am not a big fan.

Rain is wet, noisy, and bothersome. It clouds your senses as it clouds the skies. It causes sickness, and evokes sorrow.

I hate it.

So as everyone finished their work and turned off their computers before walking off, I stayed rooted inside the building before the big glass doors.

I don't want to go out.

If I do, then my coat and shoes would get wet. And seeing as how much noise and water are coming out, I won't be able to safely go back home.

Add the fact that I didn't bother bringing anything that'll shield me from the attacks of the sky, I could only stare as I am held hostage by the weather's unnecessary mood swings.

Thankfully, the rain began to subside and die down. The once constant sound of droplets becomes inconsistent.

From the looks of it, it's still a bit damp outside. However, I have to arrive back home early before it starts to rain again. Something I do not want to experience whilst outside.

With a sigh, I crossed the gate of covered roofs and out into the open sky.

Glancing down, I see as my shoes caused tiny ripples into the small groups of water before me.

They weren't much and easy to navigate considering the road to the company is straightened and easy to walk in.

That's the easy part about travelling when the sky just finished crying, the hard part comes after.

You see, to get to my home. You have to pass through a park. A noisy and grass-filled area which although is kinda nice when it's not raining, it becomes the opposite when it does.

Now, the logical thing to do here is to hail a bus or a cab and use it to get to one's destination. However, as much as I'd like to. Discarding money on something I can achieve just as easily by just adding effort is something I'd take the risk for.

Plus, it's pretty expensive. I'd really rather not.

So as I covered my head with my hand, I began walking faster.

A few moments later and I find myself in front of the park. And as expected, although it just had rained, there were still people present, who, are probably making their times worth it.

I walked along the outside barricades of the park where I can see the people inside. Once I had neared the more grassy area of the park, I scrunched my nose and frowned.

There's that annoying scent again. Earthy with hints of coolness.

Petrichor. The smell of after rain.

I hated it. It was a smell that bothered me, and invoked odd feelings inside my chest. I don't understand how people could enjoy the smell. It's not calming nor refreshing at all.

To me, it's a pretty odd scent. I don't remember when I started disliking it, but I've always found my self displeased everytime I smell it.

As I strolled the park's outside pavement. I wonder to myself:

What is so special about the smell of after rain which people love?

For a moment, I thought that I had no reason. But as I glanced inside the park once more, I saw your figure amidst the wet grass and against the calming breeze.

There I stood bewildered in shock and fear as I basked in your glow and realized, that I had just found the answer to my question.

My reason.

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