The Story of Petrichor

Petrichor

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 “Only those who miss each other can listen to a rhyme of the rain.” 

            Once upon a time, I was only nineteenth when I had a wishful thinking about having two legs which could bring me travel the world, ten fingers which could pick the guitar’s strings and body which could move by itself. However, my wishes were always be a wish. No matter how hard I try, I could not be. Indeed, no one could play with God’s destiny.

            I was not a teenager anymore. I had felt the roasting sunshine, the shivering rain and even the freezing snow. However, I always enjoyed my time when rainy season came. Although on the rainy time like this, my body started to be covered by algae, I liked to be showered by water of rain. There was nothing fabulous but rainy atmosphere at dawn. Moreover, Scandinavia had these. I loved being here.

“Petra! Seriously, don’t take a long time for your unreasonable daydream. Wake up!”  Samantha surprised me. “It’s none of your business!” I shouted.

“Pete, listen to my hot news. Do you know that there will be an Arabic fairy coming here? She’s gonna take half of rain here and bring it to THE desert. I hope she remains the rain for us. And, I hear that she is pretty but too fussy.” Samantha said ambitiously. ”Yes, as fussy as you.” I answered unambitiously. “And as pretty as me.” She said proudly.

            One day, it was sultry. Furthermore, it was raining cats and dogs. Other stones, grasses and flowers were murmuring. But Sam who was a sunflower and I enjoyed it by closing the eyes. Suddenly, the rain stopped. I saw a very bright light came closer to us. The light disappeared, a little pretty creature flew. At a minute, I stared at her amazingly.

“Hi! Sorry for stopping the rain. I didn’t do that on purpose. Anyway, I am Ichoria. I work in a desert in Arabic and my oasis is getting dry and I need a bit rain for them. That’s what brings me here.” I wondered she said it without breathing. In addition, I was still looking at her. She was for about eleven inches. She was flying without wings. Her black long hair was tied backwards. Moreover, she dressed like an Arabic belly dance.

Sam interrupted, “Sorry, what’s your name again?” “Ichoria, ma’am! I was born in Greek, that’s why my name is Greek alike.” She answered.

“So, do you come here to take the Scandinavian rain?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“No, you can’t do that.”

“My queen asked me to do this. You have nothing to do with this, stone!”

I hold my breath. I got so angry yet I admired her at the same time. I did not understand what I felt. Then, I saw THAT she flew away. I felt sorry for myself. Samantha was silent looking at me.

            Day pass by, Ichoria had done her duty as well. Her queen gave her a reward, that WAS, to stay a bit longer here. Even though she hated me, we were getting closer step by step. We were accustomed to spend our day sitting under the rain together. And I enjoyed that time a lot. I hoped she felt the same.

“PeteR, do you hear that song?” Ichoria asked me while sitting on the grass. I let her body padded on mine.

“It’s raining.”

“I know. But close your eyes. Strengthen your ear. Seriously! You’re gonna listen to the most melodious rhyme.” She said it with her eyes closed.”

I tried once and it worked. Only noise of the rain that made me felt calm. I slept away.

            One day, I was surprised by that angelic creature, Ichoria. She was weeping. Then, I realized that it was the day when she had to back to her origin. I felt something painful. All of sudden, Samantha and I begged her to stay. Moreover, I begged her to live in Scandinavia with me.

            She was fussy and stubborn yet tricky at the same time. She also wanted to stay. She just loved the rain which did not exist in that sandy place. Thus, she planned to redo the work she had done in order to stay here longer. My advice not to do that was not listened. One thing that Sam and I were afraid of was about the queen’s anger.

“My queen? She is great. She is very good to me. Don’t worry!”

“But this belongs to crime. You aren’t supposed to do this.”

“The thing is I love Scandinavian rain, dude!”

Nothing could stop her. Sam and I kept our silence. I was exciting but I was worried. Suddenly, the cloud was getting dark. The lighting made us surprised.

“Ichoria! You’ve done a mistake. You break my trust. I’ll give you a punishment” The queen spoke angrily.

“I am sorry, My Lord. But I want to live here. I don’t want to go home.” She concealed on my back. My body got stiff.

“How dare you, Ichoria!”

In order to make she felt scare, the queen gave her a great thunder. However, the queen misplaced the thunder. Instead of cracked another ground, a great scary thunder was cracked my body into piece. Then, I saw my adorable genie girl was flying away taken by the queen. She was crying. Therefore, the rain poured suddenly. I could not move or shout. Also, I could not enjoy the rain. I stared at my pathetic body piece. Samantha was crying loudly.

            Ichoria and I would never meet anymore. However, I believed that the rain always gave the same rhyme and smell. We united there. Water from sky that fell down touching the earth would give the best smell. Thus, whenever the rain poured, I heard Ichoria was flying around me. And whenever the rain stopped, we smell the same petrichor, that is, the smell of the earth after the rain.