Petrichor

Petrichor



Filtered light creates an ominous mood.

It must be considered when planning for the day.

Wool pants and dry clean only are poor choices. Don’t wear that silk blouse for sure.

Out the door, heavily laden with props for the day.

An umbrella, a raincoat, sensible shoes?

Half way to the shelter of your transport optimism teases.

Perhaps serendipitous timing will keep that umbrella from seeing action after all.

No sooner does the thought end it happens. One large wet drop stains the sleeve of the cotton shirt. Then a few moments after, another.

Rain is afraid of heights.

Each drop sits trembling high above the earth.

The drop’s instincts urge the leap into the air.

The drop has experienced this moment countless times before, but it never gets easier.

They cling to each other hatch lings not quite ready to begin life.

There are always a few brave ones and they leap first. Slowly others follow.

More afraid of being left behind than the dizzying precipice they all clamor forward pushing and shoving.

The first few dark spots on the cotton are not convincing.

Chameleon like the fabric transforms from light to dark, the umbrella snaps open.

The spontaneous stimulus to the senses is enjoyable before the unrelenting rain becomes a nuisance.

Scent is the strongest trigger of emotion

Earth and water clash together releasing trapped organic matter into the atmosphere.

Momentarily water and earth move in opposing direction and convene in the nose.

The world is crisp, pure, invigorating and alive.

Stone is cleansed of grimy buildup.

Life is dusted and refreshed by nature’s housekeeper.