The scent of the first summer rains began as a whisper, floating on the breeze. The sky above Little Eden slowly shifted from a postcard-perfect scene of blue, as billowing clouds gathered and intensified, blocking out the sun and darkening the sky.
All at once, a wall of rain carpeted the ‘Eden’, as large raindrops broke against the surface of the pool. As suddenly as the storm arrived, it ceased to exist; the only remnant of its presence the earthy perfume of ‘Petrichor’. There is just something about this scent that makes you |
