
A leaf catches raindrops on Sept. 12 in Chico. (Image: Kathryn Reed)
Waking to another overcast day can be so depressing. Then I heard it, and I smiled. That sound that has been absent from California for the better part of three years. Rain.
It wasn’t smoke filling the sky, it was actual clouds.
Not much rain fell Monday morning, but it was enough to get everything wet and bring down the temperature.
And that aroma. Mother Nature certainly has a way of stimulating so many senses.
The smell of rain even has a name—petrichor. The dictionary defines it this way: “a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”
With our doors open, this petrichor even filled part of the house. It’s like nature’s cleaner—erasing the dust and leaving this scent that is hard to describe. This fresh rain smell is unique, special and soothing.
It brings me hope that more wet stuff will fall this autumn and winter, with fingers crossed the drought doesn’t go into year four.
For now, though, I’m going to keep inhaling Mother Nature’s fragrance.
Yes, and here in the desert, you can feel the ground and the plants sing with the rain!
I’m ready for rain and so are our gardens, our forests and whole landscape.