I love the exquisite fragrance of the first rain. When the rain drops meet with waiting Earth. It is their first intimate union of sensual Love. After Earth endures the intense heat of Summer. A divine scent, Petrichor, permeates in the air. If my life were a perfume, it would be Petrichor.
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Author: Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate