A/N Final instalment of Amy's thoughts during 'The Doctor's Wife' (this one is my personal favourite). I don't own Doctor Who. Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. Thanks for all the reviews so far, and feel free to leave another. If someone leaves a prompt I may add more to this, but I'll need inspiration from you dear readers!
4. Petrichor
The planet was sad. Sad, and yet joyous at the same time. It's one of the hardest experiences you've ever had to put into words, because it is simple and complicated and enchanting and devastating and absolutely perfect all in the same moment. Once every hundred years the rain stops on the surface of the planet-with-the-name-you-cannot-pronounce and the people hold a celebration for the sun that they can see clearly for the first time in their lives and a funeral for the rain they will not see for a century. The day is spent grieving for the loss of the rain and the music it makes on the rooftops and the rhythm it beats on the ground. The afternoon is spent constructing bonfires that will be lit in the evening, and cooking a feast for the entire village. The night is filled with dancing and food and wild celebrations – with the Doctor nearly getting married (or put to death; it was hard to tell), and both of you getting quite drunk on the local wine. The fire is warm, the food is spicy and the people never seem to stop moving, even dancing through the speeches made and the endless parade of toasts made to the clouds. What you'll remember in the morning though isn't the wine, or the wedding or even the tears. It's the scent of forever coming from the warm tweed jacket that the Doctor wrapped around your shoulders when you looked cold. It's the perfume of endless possibilities, the aroma of an infinity of universes that you've yet to see and most of all; it's the smell of the wet dust after a century of rain.