A Pluviophile's Joy
the smell of rain mixing with soil.
Electricity shoots through stormy grey clouds, luminescent veins streaking the sky above my head. Thunder rattles my ribcage and I close my eyes, tipping my head backwards.
It starts as a soft pattering, a few drops kissing my cheeks, stroking my shoulders. I hear another deep rumble and the downpour intensifies. In a matter of seconds my blouse is clinging to my frame, the bench I'm sitting on slick with rain.
I soak in the cool sense of joy seeping in through my skin, feeling it being absorbed into my veins. A smile makes its way onto my lips and I breathe in the fresh air, letting it cleanse my shivering lungs.
It's only when the storm eases that I open my eyes, blinking away the last few droplets. I watch as the pale sun peeks out from behind the dense clouds, its fragile rays falling onto my forehead.
Sighing, I reluctantly rise. Shooting one last longing glance at the lightening heavens, I collect my closed umbrella and start