Tiny drops falling from the sky painted the ground wet making it appear darker. Each drop kisses the ground and makes its own. The ground erects the pleasant petrichor, happy to embrace the rain.
I think they are meeting after many months.
The day is the date of soil and rain.
The soil becomes dry while waiting for his beloved rain. Today the clouds came and bring rain with them and that’s how they finally met. Their love for each other made the whole milieu tranquil and clouds covered the sun that no one can get their secret.
But, it’s impossible, you cannot hide the true love.
The earth becomes a canvas and the sky becomes the painter, painted the earth wet.