The Smell of Rain

Petrichor. The smell of earth after rain. Beautiful.

Rain is beautiful. It’s the soft pattering of water droplets that make the sound of an orchestra on the fresh leaves in an empty forest. It splashes on your windowpane on a lonely and damp afternoon and washes away the grime and dirt that has been accumulating there for the past few months. It’s clear and cold. It refreshes the world in a way that nothing else can.

It lets you splash through deep puddles in those red rainboots you’ve had sitting in the back of your closet, the bright hue of the rubber against a monochromatic grey background of the well-trodden cement. You stomp your feet in the pools of liquid, letting the water fly up and spiral around you in a circle of molten fluid.

The rain filters down through the trees, plunking on your umbrella, playing notes on the taut plastic. It drips down in rivers of saltless tears. It streams down through the trees long after the tempest has passed.

It slides down your skin, trickling into your eyes. It runs down your hair, showering your head in a misty cloudburst. It saturates your clothing, making the fabric heavy and sagging, hanging from your bony shoulders as your feet squelch in your sodden shoes.

The liquid sunshine floods down from the sky, drowning you in its colorless blanket. You look up into the atmosphere, eyes blinking as the beads of water blind your eyes. The rain spills from the puffs of white that hang suspended in the air. When it hits the ground, it creates that one scent. The aroma of soil after rain. Beautiful. Petrichor.

- Author Unknown (please help me give credit)

Photo Source: Pinterest 'Rain'

Patti Friday, Photojourno, reporting from inside 'The Art Dept.' at the international 'Embassy of Ideas'.