The smell of rain is grass and wet asphalt
It is the essence of the sky raining down on us
It’s the feel of cold and the crispness of fresh snow
It is the sun making a trillion baby rainbows
It is freedom pressing us down so that we can taste the earth
It is the sky being swallowed by an endless gray
And the sound of a new, better tomorrow
It is rain
Beautiful and pure

I want to enjoy
the world
before
we ruin
it.

I feel like an alien
Like I am on a planet that isn’t mine
And it is crawling with these disgusting creatures
That look exactly like me
And I will never escape