That has something of the rhythm of a Tamarian phrase – but not a consistent allusion.
Sometimes it is delight: when one smells the geosmin–hope begins and grows with the gentle fall of a sweet, welcome rain.
seyed mostafa zamani via Compfight
Sometimes when it starts to rain I think of someone who enjoys rain the way I do.
Other times I squeak with frustration as I quickly but too late remember the clothes on the line.
“Optimism Unhinged” by Cindy Kilpatrick via Compfight
But sometimes it feels like grief–when the rain falls particularly loudly or heavily.
