I love the exquisite scent of the first rain, especially when the energized rain drops unite intimately with the awaiting thirsty dry Earth. It is their first union of Love, after the prolonged hot summer of scorching heat. That intense intimate scent is called Petrichor. If my life were a perfume, I would like it to be Petrichor.
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Author: Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate