I love rainy days. I love how the smell of earth dances inside my nostrils. Like a perfume perfectly curated for me. And how each droplet that grazes my skin, Ever so slightly touches my soul. I love how the pitter patter of droplets crescendos into a roar so mighty it moves entire nations. But most of all, I love the calm. I love the last moments of a storm, When everybody has gotten home safe And has found their way to their beds. Snuggled under a heap of blankets. Awaiting
