As you know, my lovely readers, I’m rather partial to curious expressions, particularly those that capture the essence of something quite extraordinary in one single word. This week? Rain.
I love getting caught in the rain, don’t you? The wind driven kind that renders your umbrella obsolete. Squalls that result in straggly hair, running mascara, clinging shirts, squelchy shoes. Downpours that inspire an urge to jump in puddles, splash along gutters, swing from lamp posts singing; well I don’t quite go that far (unless fuelled with fortification). But I do lift my face to capture raindrops on my tongue, pause to inhale the earthy fragrance of damp soil, wet Tarmac, the essence of ozone. Mindfulness, being in the moment, call it what you will, just one of life’s little indulgences.
Robyn Smith
July 9, 2017 at 3:31 pm (6 years ago)Petrichor! A new word for me. Brava!
Jane
July 9, 2017 at 6:14 pm (6 years ago)👍❤️
Ros Parminter
July 9, 2017 at 3:47 pm (6 years ago)Remember the smell of gidgea after rain
Jane
July 9, 2017 at 6:17 pm (6 years ago)Oh yes indeed, a poignant fragrance from the west Ros, great reminder! X
Jane Davies
July 9, 2017 at 4:21 pm (6 years ago)And someone to hold you close and carefuly place the unbrella so you stay dry … Yup I can relate … in my drreams ….
Jane
July 9, 2017 at 6:14 pm (6 years ago)Love!!