The sky is a seemingly endless expanse of gray. That familiar scent of petrichor fills the atmosphere. This can only mean one thing: rain. You silently curse under your breath as you prepare to run across campus, but the sky opens up, drenching your clothes. Once you make it to your destination, you feel the squelching of your socks. The wet socks that chafe the webbing of your feet are what inspire this playlist: a little squishy, a little soggy but still with the vibe of being on your feet.
