Petrichor

Pitter patter raindrops fall on the ground , the moist soil exuding the sweet redolence make me astound. The raindrops touch my cheek, I have never felt so chic. I am swathed in a mystical ensemble created by nature. I feel like an art queen in a crowded theatre. All eyes are on me, but I have never felt so free. I am wet and muddy yet no mirror can make me feel shoddy. I am covered with nature's scent . A fragrance so powerful and elegant. The breeze that touches my face, imprints a memory I can never erase. The raindrops dripping from my hair are touching my lips. I try to wipe it away with my fingertips. This scent has made me a pluviophile, I don't need no lover to smile. It's an epitome of nature's alchemy, I don't need to hide under a canopy. A smell so riveting and tender, Its no ordinary scent, Its PETRICHOR.