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My Diary

The Smell of Rain on Concrete

Dear Delyara, Petrichor. That’s the word for it. The smell of the first rain after a long dry spell. I stood on my balcony and breathed it in until my head felt light. It’s the smell of relief. It’s the smell of the earth finally getting what it needs. I feel like I’ve been in a dry spell myself lately. Tonight, I feel like the rain has finally arrived.

ANONYMOUS