The scent of rain on dry earth.
The only thing that I love more than this smell is the fact that there is a word for it! Breathing in the subtle aroma of the earth around you changing from arid to verdant and the sense that anything could happen – anything might grow. A tree. A plant. An idea.
I can’t help but imagine the rain, too cold, giving chills – making you feel alive and aware of everything around you – goosebumps, pitter-patter, shivers.
Is there another smell in the world that makes you feel more connected to mother earth than this?
Toby hewson 