Petrichor

pet·ri·chor

/ˈpeˌtrīkôr/

Noun

A pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

“Other than the petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass, there was not a trace of evidence that it had rained at all.”

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The scent of fresh Earth. The soft yet slightly damp soil falling like snowflakes through my fingers to their impending doom. The lack of clarity only proving the point that the Earth is a multitude of color and not simply black and white, but several shades of grey in between.

Not a single sound heard other than the ambience of nature’s finest and rawest vinyl record. A reminder that the busy world can become nothing but a distant memory with a few well placed sighs and smiles. To be one with the land, a dream we could fully achieve few times in our lives. A deep involvement of emotions and serenity.

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Do you believe in the rain whispering it’s deepest desires just before it hits the ground. All hopes and dreams shattered like glass from a single raindrop. The tears the sky sheds in hopes we’d understand her pain but in all truth we call her pain beautiful.

The rain

Beautiful

A captivating image of the evergreen Forrest engulfed in emotional bliss. Foggy skies like white background noise yet less static and more imagery. The dark green, serpent like, cutting through to fully be exposed in irises so jealous with envy of their hues.

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The forest calls us home. Back to our natural and animalistic ancestral past. A life we’ve come to know yet not experience, not even in the slightest. An evergreen secret hidden away by the busy vibrancy of the modern world.

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