Was it dreams? Or was it memories? Is this a reality? Or just a made-up fantasy? When the lines blurred between what is real and what is fake, what would happened when their lives got all tangled and their destiny got badly mixed up.
The love that blossomed on the rainy weather and willing to drenched themselves in the rain because they love the Petrichor.
Petrichor /'pętrīkôr/
n. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after long period of warm, dry weather