“It means the smell of dust after rain.”
In freshman English, our teacher had us memorize a list of the “Hundred Most Beautiful Words in the English Language.”
I still use a lot of the words I learned from that list, in my writing. But one word stuck with me more than the rest, and that is: petrichor.
In that list, it was defined as “the smell of earth after rain.”
Isn’t that just lovely?
Last weekend, I went home to San Diego for just over fifteen hours. It was the shortest visit I’ve ever had, but it was beautiful.
It was drizzling when we hit Genesee Avenue, and raining when we got to Point Loma. I stayed at my friends’ house and I could hear the rain pouring outside.
At about 12:30 am, I walked out into the warm, San Diego rain.
It was foggy, so the city lights turned the cloud layer soft sherbet orange.
It was so peaceful. I just stood there and let the warm droplets collect on my eyelashes and make them heavy with rain. The world looked gilded, as if embellished in tiny bluish crystals, tremulous and glittering.