Entering Country Homecoming

[Orochi Sakura]

I embraced the bitter sweet rhythmic patter of raindrops entrapping the world around me. Opening my umbrella, I became a willing participant in a dance choreographed by the heavens. Each raindrop, a delicate performer, pirouetted gracefully upon my umbrella's sheltering canvas.

The sound was a soothing symphony, a gentle percussion that echoed the celestial heartbeat. The droplets painted a transient masterpiece on the fabric above me, creating transient patterns that mirrored the transient nature of the rain. Some drops joined forces, racing down the umbrella's surface like long-lost friends reuniting in a joyous descent.

I marveled at the interconnected ballet of water droplets, a ballet that transformed the ordinary umbrella into a stage for liquid artistry. The air carried the earthy aroma of petrichor, a scent born from the alchemy of rain meeting soil. I had almost forgotten what home tasted like.

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[Entering Country]
[Runtime 1hr]