The last time it rained in Phoenix was about 150 days ago.
I'm cooped up in my room, mug of smooth hot cocoa in hand, listening to Peter Gabriel's self-titled debut on vinyl, when all of a sudden, I hear the dreary dark smatterings of rain drops on my window. Pitter patter, pitter patter. I run downstairs and look out onto the street. Sure enough, the sky broke today, the petrichor sweeping through the damp air and sticking to the outside of the clear glass window.
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