Fading petrichor

It always starts with the romantic petrichor, but the magic of rain soon fades away. And what's left are remnants of wet leaves and streams of muddy puddle water, drying up, slowly accumulated in corners no one wants to step at. 

But when the petrichor fades away, there will be day, on a summer afternoon when you'll see dark cloudy skies. And you'll smile in rememberance. Maybe then you'll be reminded of what a rainy day felt like, of how magical it was. And how much you miss it.