Petrichor is the smell of rain hitting parched ground. Equally wonderful is the sight of raindrops on petals and leaves in that first monsoon rain. That’s the photo. The monsoon is on schedule. More than a week on, I woke on the day some places in the high latitudes will celebrate La Fete de la Musique, or, later in the week, Midsommar, and looked out at a welcome dreary drizzle and completely overcast skies. Just the day to walk out in a tee and shorts, in flipflops, to walk through the rain on Marine Drive, munching a cone of fresh roasted peanuts. Too bad it is a working day.
Petrichor is one of my favourite words 🙂
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It’s a useful word
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White is hard to capture and you captured it brilliantly. 😀
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Thanks. Means a lot coming from a veteran flower photographer like you
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Lovely visual writing and photo.
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Thank you
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I’m yearning some drops of rain…grass is brown and crunchy. The Gulf is getting way too hot but roasted peanuts! Sounds devine. Grown all over here and often a dusty harvest.
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Never too hot for peanuts!
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How lovely that there is a word for that smell! And the white bougainvillea and raindrops are a perfect pairing, even though I normally prefer the vivid deep pinks and purples, and in sunshine 😆
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Thank you. I tried to find a purple one in rain, but they were hiding
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beautiful white
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Thank you
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Wonderful sight, captured well in the photo.
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Thanks
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Too bad!
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Thanks. But I think the chances of the same weather on the weekend are high, so I’ll have my roasted peanuts in the rain yet
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