Monday morning cup of thoughts

how blessed are we when it rains?

Image by Julian DC from Pixabay

The rain is making its presence known, beating down upon our roof. It's not often we hear its cadence so clearly. My mind makes its way to the sound, circumventing whatever I might be thinking about.

It's raining!

I open my door to make sure. I smell the fragrance known as petrichor—

the smell of rain. The word comes from the Greek words 'petra', meaning stone, and 'ichor', which in Greek mythology refers to the golden fluid that flows in the veins of the immortals.

I detect the fragrance that emanates from our land, reminding me of a purity only nature can offer.

I breathe in the gift. And then I breathe it in again and again. I can't get enough.

How lucky am I?