prologue

You know how you go weeks without a rainfall, thinking that you should of cherished the little droplets more because hey, maybe that was the last time you'd have it. But then, you feel it. You see the sky begin to change, clouds ominous and dark blocking the sun, and they let go. Soaking in raindrops and laughing in puddles, you can smell the happiness in the air. That my friend, is called petrichor.

*abandoned indefinitely*