Jul 1
Rain patters on the skin,
Saint of many good deeds
Wind makes it soft,
So it fly
Leaving its shell of emotions on the petrichor
Oh my my,
It's love at first sight
The rain is just an excuse,
likewise
Saint of many good deeds
Wind makes it soft,
So it fly
Leaving its shell of emotions on the petrichor
Oh my my,
It's love at first sight
The rain is just an excuse,
likewise
( I wrote this while I was grieving the sun, and at that, petrichor made an appearance, hence it was love)
