It’s so dry here.  Such an odd summer.  Flooding all over America, and we are absolutely parched.  The best I can say for my yard and my plants is that they’re alive.  I look at my honeysuckle hedge with dismay, and always end up thankful it’s not a crop I’m trying to grow to earn a living! I see my brownish-green yard and I’m thankful it’s not charred black.  There have been fires all over New Mexico.

This week’s rainfall was just grand.  Just to see the clouds!  Just to hear the thunder!  Just to smell that incredible fragrance!

Are you familiar with the hymn that speaks of the name of Jesus being like the “fragrance after the rain”?  When we lived in the tropics, I always felt the urge to explain those lyrics.  The fragrance after the rain in a place where it rains daily is nothing like the fragrance after the rain on a dry and weary land!  Clean drops of water falling on dry dirt and dry grasses is almost indescribable.  I love descriptive words… and I’m at a loss here.

In instances like this… when the rain is long overdue… we smell it coming before it gets here.  That scent is more promising than the clouds and the thunder. It means the water has actually touched the earth.  That scent is heavenly.  It’s refreshing.  It’s life-giving.  It’s comforting.  It’s like no other.

Thank you Bill and Gloria Gaither!  You gave us grand lyrics when you wrote “There’s Something About That Name”!

2 Responses to “Fragrance”

  1. Marcea Clive says:

    All, so true. Thanks again, Sandy.

  2. Cheryl says:

    That has always been one of my favorite fragrances. It’s right under daffodils and my leather saddle!

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