One day, at my kindergarten billion years ago, I said, “It Is going to rain.”
My teacher asked, “How do you know?”
“I can smell it.”
He laughed numbly (if not fiercely) doubting I could really smell the rain.
“No really! I can smell…. um.. rain!”
I don’t know how to explain my SUPER ability to smell the rain. At some stages I came to believe that only me can detect rain. On another stage of life, a literature told me that what we smell is actually the aroma of wet,damp soil.
AND NOW –at the age of 17–, I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHAT THIS IS ACTUALLY CALLED (in a smarter word).
Petrichor. The thing that made me get laughed at by that shitty kindergarten teacher whose name I can’t even remember actually has a legit name!