A slow tap on the window glass
Pitter-patter on the roof
Rain drops wet the dry ground
Mother Earth sighs softly at the welcome drinkA familiar earthy smell rises
Eyes temporarily close Memories awash the soul
Emotions unbidden come barging inOf children running, playing and laughing in the monsoon rains
Of broken hearts crying to hide the tears
Of watching raindrops glide down window panes
Of cold mornings spent under cozy duvetEyes open and a smile begins
An all too familiar smell brought back yesteryears
Good or bad, they show of life lived
So close your eyes once again and remember...Petrichor.
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Musings and Reflections
Non-FictionMusing and reflections of female singleton dealing with the daily struggles of singletons everywhere. I am an ordinary singleton prone to introspection as I try to make sense of the world as I journey through life. I am flawed like everyone else bu...