Monday morning cup of thoughts
how blessed are we when it rains?
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?
Welcome to Seattle. Relocation ad should read, Must love rain.
Beautiful description.
Thank you for sharing. I love walking in the rain and listening to the water in the creeks.