Petrichor

The sky was grey and cloudy. The ground was wet and produced "petrichor" - smell after the

rain. The streets were half-empty but some people who were not afraid of the cold weather

admired it, and some just hurried to work that's why didn't pay attention to the weather.

Of course, Maestro and his Lady belonged to the first type. They were extremely impressed

with the film, so they just walked down the street and discussed small details about it.

- I liked the ending, it gave us a chance to imagine our own picture, like what would be the

best for us - clarified autumn Lady.

- Really? That's what I didn't like, cause I like specific endings, I don't like imagining

thousands of verses.

- Hmmm, interesting, I like this kind of books or films.

- Another paradox between us - smiled Maestro.

Suddenly autumn lady felt the small drop of rain in her cheeks, she looked up and

understood that it's starting to rain. Just few seconds, and the heavy rain was poured down.

They started to run to find a shelter. Maestro gave his jamper to his Lady to protect her from

cold. And finally they noticed a small phone station and both of them hid there.

- Look at my hair, it's in complete mess, my hairstyle is ruined - grumbled the Autumn Lady.

- Yes, mine as well.

They looked at each other and started to laugh. Then Autumn Lady looked up and started to

sing

- Come closer, don't be shy, stand beneath a rainy sky.... , do you know that song?

- Sure, that's classic.

And he went singing

- Lay your head where my heart used to be, hold the earth above me....

- Lay down the green grass, remember when you loved me...

And they started to sing one after another, each of them sang two lines and admired the

performance of the other. Meanwhile the rain seemed to fall down matching with their song,

the drops seemed to touch the ground softly, and after few seconds completely hushed in

order not to ruin the couple's adorable moment. A bubble of the Autumn Lady was floating in

Maestro, who stood in the Lady's shade as the things were now made of her, and the

weather vane said it smelled like rain. They looked up to the sky and sang about the stars

which were taken away by God, and noticed the birds who couldn't be told from blossom.

And finally, when the rain was about to stop, Maestro stopped singing letting his Lady to sing

the final quartet with her voice, which was second to none.

- Don't say goodbye to me,

Describe the sky to me.

And if the sky falls, mark my words,

We'll catch mocking birds...

Bab 4: Petrichor