Petrichor
"Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day…" Ella hummed under her breath as they waited in the stables for the sun to come out. It had been raining all day. They'd had to miss a senate meeting because the raindrops coming down on Camp Jupiter were the size of tablespoons and hail came with. Someone on Olympus wasn't happy. The thunder and lightning had at least passed; so Ella wasn't scared, at least. She wasn't hiding in Tyson's arms anymore, but they still stayed in their corner, away from the unicorns, cuddled up together.
Tyson opened the door just a bit and saw that the rain was slowly falling, like a faucet slowly turning off. He watched until the faucet was completely off, and then turned to Ella.
"Rain is gone," he said. Ella straightened up and shook some hay from her hair and picked it out of her feathers.
"Ella go out with Tyson. Ella go out of stable with Tyson too." She hopped out of the stables before Tyson, landing in puddles and skipping out just as fast. She paused and smelled the air, like she'd just stepped into a bakery.
"Petrichor," she said. "Smell of earth after rain. Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day, petrichor come out after rain, Ella and Tyson come out with petrichor."
