Open that door and it’s there.
The pitter of sound on the skylights
Warned
The endless rain
Soaking the plants, the ground, droplets balanced on leaves and then falling
Lines of rain
So straight
Then it stops and it’s quieter and all the glass on all the windows is blurred
Not droplets but silver grey smudges
Go outside and the smell is there
Damp earth
Petrichor
world of words 
Your poem captures the transformation of the environment during and after a rain. It focuses on sensory perception, from the initial gentle drip to the visual silence of fogged windows and the lingering smell of wet earth. It conveys a sense of immersion in a specific moment of weather, inviting the reader to experience the rain through the senses described.
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