pitter-patter.
the rain, once,
reminded us of our childhood.
us carefree and chaotically
dancing and soaking in the drizzles,
muddy shoes and stained clothes,
dripping hair and a runny nose.
pitter-patter.
now, the rain,
reminds us of neglected memories,
unfiltered, vulnerable ones.
the petrichor gives us a feeling of belonging,
that'll gratuitously reside in our souls,
for it was meant to be engraved there.
pitter-patter.
