SUN SHOWERS, PETRICHOR, AND TRAIN WHISTLES
It came down hard, lasted only a few minutes and just as abruptly turned to a soft drizzle. The sun shone bravely throughout and afterwards there was that smell, that earthy scent released into the air when rain falls on dry soil. The name for it is Petrichor from the Greek words, petra, meaning "stone", and ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.
When I was little, my mother would look out the window during one of these sun showers and say, in a sing-song voice, "the witches are getting married." Depending on your cultural background, you may remember something similar. The memory fills me with nostalgia and a longing I can't explain.
"The witches are getting married," I tell Ben and he cocks is head to one side then the other. After a long, contemplative look he assumes the usual position - head on paws, legs extended behind him like a furry frog. Ben's a charmer and this is one of his most endearing feats. I'm sure there are other dogs who can execute this display of agility, but Ben does it best.
My house is a mile or so from the nearest train track. On summer nights I lay awake listening for the sound in the distance, that plaintive noise of the train whistle. I close my eyes as finally it wails by, lulling me to sleep.