A cotton bud,
With water seeping out,
Crackling as the air ripples through it.
The 'drought' will be over, when the rain shows some mercy,
But till the wind tows along the rain,
Hate not, the indifferent concept of time.
A/N
Its quite concerning, how it hasn't rained in a while. :(
On a side note, 'petrichor' is the word that describes the nostalgic scent of rain! I've been wondering if there was such a word for a long while now.
Have a good day/night, and if you're in a rainy mood, listen to "rain on me " by the talented joji.
:)
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