Listen — do you hear the whispering?

Listen. Listen closely … yes, that’s the rain and leaves whispering to each other.

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved rain. There is a specific kind of rain that warms my cockles. It’s the steady, light as the wing of a hummingbird,  and flows in a gentle, easy way. The kind that I described above in which it sounds like the rain and leaves whisper secrets to one another.

And, just as much as I delight in that whispering rain, is its petrichor — that distinct sweet scent of rain in the air.

As a teen I remember riding my horse along the river valley in that type of rain. Just the two of us, quietly moving along the trails, the air fresh with petrichor, the rain eventually running down my face, over my lips. And I think I was singing. A welcome memory.