after the rain

If I could bottled the smell of the wet land after the rain

I’d make it a perfume and send it to your house

If one in a million stars suddenly will hit satellite

I’ll pick some pieces, they’ll be on your way

In a far land across

You’re standing at the sea

Then the wind blows the scent

And that little star will there to guide me

If only I could find my way to the ocean

Im already there with you

If somewhere down the line

We will never get to meet

I’ll always wait for you after the rain

(after the rain, adhitia sofyan)

picture by tim galney, taken from

windy ariestanty

Author: windy ariestanty

a writer who loves traveling and falling in love with places she hasn't visited and people she hasn't met yet. she thinks that she is the wind.

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