There is a certain scent that comes after a spring storm
Completely different from the fall and winter. They have a hidden scent of fresh olives and decay with a touch of crispness in the air.

But the spring and summer storms. Their scent. Tantalizing, electric, chaos. I can smell the verbs after the storm. They play with my olfactory senses so well. Teasing, taunting. Open your mind, they say. Let us play with your demons they start coaxing. We shall set your pheromones loose. Help you to lose your control. Let go of the past. Open your heart to what is sitting in front of you. The verbs are calling. I am losing my control.
*I shall open myself to the chaos.