It's raining in Hill County and it's blissful after weeks of ling in a preheating oven. Perhaps you know the scent of the thing, of skywater falling on parched Texan land, the smell of cedar, limestone and prairie unlocked by the rain. The genius AI internet robot puts it like this:
The air carries a heavy scent of moist limestone and cedar (juniper) combined with rich, musty prairie soils. The higher humidity right before a storm actually makes human senses of smell keener, allowing locals to literally "smell the weather" coming in off the plains.
Can you smell the weather? Yes you can, and I love the rain. Of course if this was Wales, say Aberystwyth, I wouldn't be so keen on the thing but here in Hill County it's a blessing, rain on.
In other news, popular Reform politician Anne Widdecombe was murdered last week, and Senator Lindsey Graham has died of a sudden illness shortly after visiting a drone factory in the Ukraine, quite a thing. Did the Russians do it? Who knows, though it seems Rainbow Warhawk Lindsey was alive when he arrived back in the States.
Perhaps the bellicose Senator simply died of a heart attack instead of a nasty dose of the Kremlins, who knows. Likewise, Widdecombe's death remains a mystery and UK police are apparently baffled, though eager to tell the world her murder wasn't an act of terrorism and some overweight white guy from northern England was probably the killer, or not. Magnum mysterium.
For the record, I didn't know Warlord Lindsey, but I did know Anne Widdecombe and liked her. She was a big mover in a now mostly forgotten group in the Church of England, Women Against The Ordination of Women (WAOW). They failed, sadly, and Anne went on to become a Roman Catholic. May she rest in peace.
Meanwhile, thunder sounds like a Pak Front and lightning arcs from the sky even as we rain down missiles on Persia.
God bless,
LSP
2 comments:
Regarding Graham, jetsetting when you're oldish and not staying mobile while flying can lead to circulatory issues including bloodclots and heart attacks. A very low probability, but people have won at worse odds in horseracing.
As to the fallen lady, sad. Very sad. No doubt the rainbow cabal of the CoE are dancing skyclad in their secret ceremonies, or sacrificing goats and other things in secret altar rooms beneath once holy churches, while probably skyclad, and nobody, not even Satan himself, wants to look at all that... unGodly acreage of skin. Bleh.
Back when I lived south of Denver, sometimes in winter I'd come out of work and comment "Smells like snow." Than can happen when the wind is out of the North, where the feedlots are.
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