Days of splendor

[pecunium]

I love the smell of summer rain.

Maybe it's because I've lived most of thirty years where rain is a sometime thing (I moved to Calif. during a drought, I still think it strange to get water at the table without asking. My sisters, in Tenn. think me strange, because I turn the tap off when washing my hands, or brushing my teeth), and almost always something which only comes in the winter.

So today it drizzled a soft, "female" rain, from about 0300 to right about now. The clouds are still there, so the light is soft, bright, and rounded.

But the smell. The rich wetness of the air. A sense of ease, for now things are good; and there is no sense of want.

It's an illusion, because it would have to last for weeks to do more than keep the dust down, but for now, I'm going to breath deep, and pretend we have enough.

Comments

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Summer rain is the best kind. Seattle is having an unusual wet spell. Unusual for July, anyway. I have been reminded again that nothing smells quite so summery as summer rain. Here, you get a meadow smell when it rains: wet earth, wet grasses, wet clover. There's a heady complexity to the smells of wet grass that just doesn't come through when it's dry. It's as if the rain amplifies all the secret scents of summer for a little while, just for me.

And the first blackberries are ripe in the ditches now.

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's it. I can smell the plants, the dirt, the very fruitfulness of the earth.

Winter rain is nice, but it's thin stuff, compared with the stew of summer.

TK

[feonixrift.livejournal.com]

"it would have to last for weeks to do more than keep the dust down"

And then it would pour out of the storm drains again. But that never diminishes the connection in my mind, that rain is peace.

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

Nah, if it rained, twice as hard as it did today, for two weeks, all we'd have is a nice pile of water working its way into the water table.

TK

[pindar.livejournal.com]

Needless to say, you will get all the sweet smell of summer rain you want over here.

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure it's the same.

Hoping you are dry enough, and the water fit to drink.

TK

[inflectionpoint.livejournal.com]

Gods yes.

I moved here from the East Coast and am still getting used to the fact that it doesn't rain year round. I like it here and plan to stay, but it's just so different. There aren't proper seasons like back east. Things are different, there are seasons, they're just... subtler and harder to learn to read. Or perhaps when I've lived here longer they will be more natural to me and easier to read.

Seven years and I still miss big thunderstorms and rain, rain, rain.

Summer rain is a wonderful thing. I caught a bit of it in a vessel, and my gods, I'd forgotten how good it tastes. It's wonderful.

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

I've been here 32 years, and I still miss thunder, and snow, and the cold tail of autumn slinking into winter.

But I don't miss slush, or icy roads.

The seasons are here, but as you say, they are subtle, and happen at times different from when you are expecting them.

Spring limps in between February and March.

Winter arrives sometime between December and January.

Summer holds sway sometime from May to Sept, while Spring lasts until June.

Autumn is King. Crisp, sharp set and possessed of inky nights and rustling leaves.

But the cold fire of Jack Frost is absent, and the leaves fade away, instead of expiring in a frenzy.

TK