𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

𝑀𝑦 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

You will never mistake the tickle of a rain drop for anything else
The wind before the drop
The sliver of rain, that washes against your face
Calm whispers all around you
The easiness of it all
the whistle of the grass against your hollowed legs
The blurring sound of thunder
The comfort of knowing that shelter will protect you from the soon coming storm
Others argue it is the intuition of the forthcoming
Rather it is the stillness of the wind causing the muggy atmosphere
In the south,we were all ready for the rain
The stories the wind blew against our face
Howling for our attention
The smell of red beans and freshly cut cabbage ,laughs and dances once screamed gyrations

You will never mistake the tickle of a rain drop,for anything else