Breathe.

Raindrops gracefully fall, seemingly shattering the ground with each hit. The iridescent light allows them to glimmer softly, making them almost seem to dance as they fall. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, as they hit the boiling ground, smelling of tar, releasing the scent of a hot summer’s night to anyone who passes. Breathe. Just breathe. Can we smell the fragrant scents of summer? Are we too busy holding our umbrellas, while we rush through the rain, to stop long enough to truly experience the beauty at its fullest? Let us stop. Let us wait. Let us breathe. Let us breathe as if we were breathing for the first time, allowing us to reminisce in the scents of our past, awakening the smells from days of old.

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