The distant faint clap of thunder,
Sounds e'er so majestically...warming!
The cool breeze that follows
That becomes a strong gust as it blows.
The sky ashens slowly, yet gently,
And the sun gives in to the joy.
A few faint claps that start to grow
Become an audience of their own performance.
The sound that becomes a noise,
The noise that becomes a lovely silence,
All in the arrival of a few drops,
That bring down the scent of the sky with them.
How often have we thought of the rain as an escape, a bliss, hell we even have thought of it as a cage when we get stuck due to it. But have you felt what the rain smells like? Maybe it smells of the sky. Or maybe its just me.
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Rain does smell of bliss. It acts as an escape for the tears of a broken heart yearning for love and more. Rain is a compassion cooled by desire, where souls meet and the world yields.