When your
feet are dust-laden
And the evening's near
The road drags to your den
All alone, you meander
And the evening's near
The road drags to your den
All alone, you meander
Not
knowing what you search for
Far away, a strange song sounds
Enticing. Petrichor
Invades, on cue, your mind's bounds
Far away, a strange song sounds
Enticing. Petrichor
Invades, on cue, your mind's bounds
Love is a dream
Desire's never fading
Rain cools your anguish, as if you're bathing
Your feet in some cold, nearby stream
Desire's never fading
Rain cools your anguish, as if you're bathing
Your feet in some cold, nearby stream
You enter your room, sweat-wet
And look at the trees darkening
Outside, some lovers' undoing
But you are trapped by a frozen debt
And look at the trees darkening
Outside, some lovers' undoing
But you are trapped by a frozen debt
As you once loved a woman
Who loved you, a dove
It was love, yet not love
So achingly human
Who loved you, a dove
It was love, yet not love
So achingly human
Seated Figure, Feet in Harbour -- Euan Macleod
In a 1964 article in "Nature," Isabel Joy Bear and Richard G. Thomas coined a word for the earthy scent produced by rain falling on dry soil. "Petrichor" ids derived from the Greek "petra" (stone) and "ichor," the ethereal blood-like fluid inside gods and immortals. The 2nd-century Christian theologian Titus Flavius Clemens called the foul-smelling watery discharge from a wound or ulcer "ichor." According to Bear and Thomas, during dry periods, certain plants exude an oil which is absorbed by clay-based soils and rocks; rainfall releases the oil into the air along with another compound, geosmin, a metabolic by-product of certain actinobacteria, thus producing the distinctive scent.
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