Thunder and its Scents

Molgar and Rain 11th December 2007
It rained this afternoon.

The clouds opened up and Molgar the thunder in the distance roared. The leaves beyond my window are silent, fixed and dank, dark green. It's the calm before the storm. The illawarra flame has begun dropping its flowers, they litter the newly spread woodchips that the gardeners laid last week.

I walked outside this afternoon, and giant drops filled puddles and the scent of pine trees and eucalyptus leaves hung in the air - beautiful!!

God is the scent of rain, and the air that moves before the arrival of thunder of Thor, God is the entanglement of scents and sounds of life and the rich moist scents of decay, of fertile soils and the possibility for the germination of the seeds within.