For a week…

Nonstop…

It was raining and thundering…

With the periodic lightning strike in the distance…

Water droplets rolling down my casement windows as I stared out…

My heart feeling the thunder as if it was an emotion of mine…

For the duration of the week…

Staring out that window turned into a hobby…

So did writing…

I would sit in my room, sipping green tea…

As I would think about what to write…

On the final day of rain…

I sat on my bed, and looked out one last time…

And as I was writing…

I came to a halt…

I got stuck on a line…

A line that no matter how I worded sounded, off…

So that night, I went to bed…

Hoping to find the right line the next morning…

When I awoke in the morning…

I no longer heard rain water pouring out from the gutter…

I looked out the window, and it wasn’t raining anymore…

I put on my shoes and opened the front door…

And I was met with a slightly cold, gentle gust of wind…

Carrying the petrichor scent of rain with it…

I then headed out for a walk, for the first time in a while…

And took in the lovely scent….

The scent of morning’s after rain….