Inked Chaos

       Raindrops I waken to a world hidden behind a shimmering white veil, glittering beads of light hang mid-air, suspended by the falling rain. Sprays of water kiss my face, like my puppy excited after I return home from a long day out. There’s a quiet low rumble, like a gentle giant clearing his throat. Petrichor hangs in the air, Green blooms vibrant on the white facade. There’s a feeling of being called home, each waft of cool air playfully scattering my hair The raindrops stroke my cheek softly, familiarly.