Petrichor is the scent of rain on dry earth, or the scent of dust after rain. The word is constructed from Greek, petros, meaning stone + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology. It is defined as "the distinctive scent which accompanies the first rain after a long warm dry spell".
Last night I made my plan to run early in the morning. I woke up at 4 am to hear the beautiful sound of the rain. Since my work starts at 4pm (12 hours to do anything I want to do) I decided to do my routine, some push ups, boil water, make coffee, get my laptop, light a cigarette and sit on the porch.
I was enjoying the serenity of the rain and each drop sounded like someone is playing some notes in his piano. Since I live in a weird place where your nearest neighbor is half a kilometer away, I can’t hear anything except the melody that the rain was playing. I just sat there relishing and enjoying every second of the moment.
Petrichor, I remember that word. Fluvial, another word that brings back tragic memories and of course, I am a pluviophile. Ah, bittersweet memories. Time seemed to stand still as I was sitting there while sipping my coffee. The smell of the rain on the grass gives an ineffable feeling. It’s really indescribable nevertheless, it’s so comforting. It was a relaxing time and I was just there enjoying everything. The colors of the grass became greener, the entire place was being washed and cleansed. And for a minute, my thoughts were blank – it was beautiful. I haven’t felt that peace in a long time, I would do anything to bring back that minute where I felt that rare moment of peace in me.
The rain didn't last long. I saw the clouds move fast and at around 5:30 am, the rain completely stopped. There’s no point in sitting down anymore, so I finished my coffee – and went off to run.
Petrichor, I remember that word. Fluvial, another word that brings back tragic memories and of course, I am a pluviophile. Ah, bittersweet memories. Time seemed to stand still as I was sitting there while sipping my coffee. The smell of the rain on the grass gives an ineffable feeling. It’s really indescribable nevertheless, it’s so comforting. It was a relaxing time and I was just there enjoying everything. The colors of the grass became greener, the entire place was being washed and cleansed. And for a minute, my thoughts were blank – it was beautiful. I haven’t felt that peace in a long time, I would do anything to bring back that minute where I felt that rare moment of peace in me.
The rain didn't last long. I saw the clouds move fast and at around 5:30 am, the rain completely stopped. There’s no point in sitting down anymore, so I finished my coffee – and went off to run.
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