You again.

The first drops of rain come down and the sweet smell of the earth is everywhere.
The weather could not be more beautiful.
I am huddled up in my bed with a big sweater and a cup of hot chocolate
Through the open window, I can smell the rain.
I think nothing can make me happier.

And then I think about you. You can.

But you won't and I think nothing can make me sadder.

Not the petrichor of the post rain evening.
Not the lukewarm cup of chocolate.
Not the big sweater under which I have slowly started to sweat.
Nothing.