by Vanessa Gugenheimer
And the rain starts to fill my lungs
Till I can’t breathe anymore
And all I’m wondering is if you can smell it too
The hot concrete under our feet slowly evaporating the water
“It’s called petrichor, my dear”
But did you ever truly care?
About the Author: A student of English and Literature and a writer drawn to melancholy and the quiet longing of rainy autumn days. She loves stories that move readers to tears and enjoys everything nerdy. Through her poetry, Vanessa explores the balance between heartache, beauty, and wonder. Poems: Petrichor, A lifetime
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