I am grateful for the recent rain and the benefits it has brought to our lives. For many weeks we had missed out. Sitting on the patio, we watched storm clouds gather in the west. Some drifted off to the south, some to the north and some split in half and went both north and south but passed us by. We heard the thunder, and sweet petrichor wafted on the breeze to tease and tantalise, but rain did not fall.
Joyful awakening! The sound of rain on the roof. No more teasing. Thank God for the rain.
Very soon there is a slight green tinge in the paddocks, and buds appear on the tree we thought was long dead. Tanks overflow and the birds sing louder and happier. My veggie patch flourishes.
Petrichor? The scent of rain on dry earth particularly after a long dry spell. Sometimes you can smell it on the breeze even when the rain passes by. A tantalising rich odour of dampness. Isn’t it great that the English language has a word for it?
Susan
