blaugust #29: pluviophile.

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I woke up this morning to the sound and smell of rain. That probably, doesn’t sound unusual, given that I live in Portland, OR. During the summer months, though, it doesn’t rain here. Ever. At all. It doesn’t cloud over for an afternoon. There is no overcast. We have three months of searing, unrelenting bright skies and sunshine. It’s great for agriculture, generally speaking. Nine months of rain, and three months of sunshine, and everything grows and blooms.

I’m a person who needs rain, however. A long stretch of bright days without the relief of softened light, and I start to feel disoriented. This summer has been particularly hot, and it’s felt like it would go on forever. A grey Saturday morning, with the smell of petrichor and a damp breeze coming in the window, is a great gift. The coffee is on, the windows are open, and I’m going to enjoy it.

(This is my 29th daily post for the Blaugust initiative.)

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