There's something magical about rain
The way it falls in silver darts
Like diamond drops
They adorn my hair like a queen's jewels
They rinse me of all things mundane
But that's not even the magical part
It's the smell of the rain
Indescribable, intangible
Yet as real and recognisable
As my own reflection
Sheets of downpour
Cascade and tumble
Over trees and rocks
And toadstool mushrooms
And suddenly this ordinary forest
Is transformed into a fairytale forest
And for a moment I think I can see
Tiny sprites and fairies
Darting between raindrops
Settling silently
On those rain-drenched toadstools
Shaking the water from their iridescent wings
Which almost match
The silvery streaks of rain
Crystalline and pearlescent
And glimmering hazily in the sunlight
Their giggling voices
Like the tinkling of little bells
Filling the rain-washed clearing
Blending with the gentle
Whoosh of rainfall
And in this petrichor-fueled imagining
I am the queen of fairies
With diamond raindrops for my crown
And pure water for my dress
Surrounded by my tiny subjects
Hoping the rain might give me wings, too
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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