Tiny water bombs bursting by the millions on the tin. The sound, though deafening, masks all other sounds. Wind finds its way underneath the tin, ruffling it from one end of the roof to the other in a thunderous wave. Chimes tingle on the front porch. Greater soothing sounds have never been known, have they?
What about the sounds of an infant cooing, or the wonderous silence during a snowfall, or the soulful cry of the Mourning doves? The voice of a daughter in the seconds after a near-death car accident. A mother's raspy voice as she wakes from sedation after cancer surgery. These sounds invoke stirrings deep within, bringing with them a plethora of reactions- relief, calm, melancholy, security, greatfulness and love in the highest form.
Inside, the glubbing of a perculator. Coffee, hot and creamy, waits in a mug. Thoughts wander to suppertime on this rainy day. Soup? Yes, definitly. Tomatoes, pork...is there a bag of mixed veggies in the freezer?...potatoes cut into chunks, onions...Soon the aroma of all these goodies simmering on the stove will permeate the air, mixing with the fresh, cleanness of the rain. Is there anything that smells any better than homemade soup on a dreary day?
Yes. Fresh cut grass. Woodsmoke drifting on a winter breeze. Tangy, sea-salt air. Baby skin, right in the folds of the newborn's neck. A husband's shirt where his antipersperant and cologne mingle with the distinct smell of 'him'.
These are the scents that can never be duplicated. Never be bottled. Never cause the calming, security of a home place, a safe place of refuge.
The sounds and smells, mixed with all the emotions and thoughts they invoke, creating this wonderful sensory fairyland that we call...life.
Sharon Raines has two books available: 'Through Mom's Eyes'at http://www.publishamerica.net/product27236.html and 'I'm still the cuckoo of this clock' http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/sharonraines You can also check me out on Twitter. http://twitter.com/ Franks1wife