Marjorum

The lightning came first. Then the thunder. It didn't scare her. It never did - especially when she could see the lightning first. She opened the window a little more. Here was the wind now. Some drops of rain in it but heavy with the promise of many more. Her eyes closed and she smiled slightly. That smell. That heady smell of rain and freshly sprinkled earth - most lovely of them all. She leaned out a little, breathing deeply and settled on the arm of her couch. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a table lamp sitting on the floor and casting a dim light about it. I should unpack but it'll have to wait. Her feet were tired from all the walking and standing in lines. Her neck was sore from all the driving around town. Moving is *so* much work. It was strange how everything happened so quickly towards the end. A few months ago, she was vacationing in her home town with her parents and suddenly she was back and her manager was telling her of her group being dissolved. Her buddies were looking for jobs elsewhere. She could stay - move to a different group but it didn't seem like a great idea. She looked too, and found some openings thanks to her friends. The interview went well and she impulsively decided to move. Well, impulsive for her in that it hadn't been planned and discussed many months in advance. These things didn't happen to her. Life marched along a gnerally well marked-out course. No surprises. Except, there were.I guess I should've seen it coming. Actually, maybe I did. Maybe that's why I responded well to the situation. But everything had been a blur. She was just now grasping the fact of the move. It wasn't her first, certainly. She had done this a few times in the past - except the last one was a good 7 years ago. The rain was failling a little faster now. But the wind and the fragrance, both equally delightful, continued. She remembered the monsoons in the land she grew up in. Of how she would sit there in the verandah smiling at the rain - happy for the parched earth that could finally slake its thirst and was thanking the rain with that fragrance. They should bottle this up and sell it And that reminded her of the other favorite smell of hers. Marjorum. Maruvam. Deep, lovely, unique. Green marjorum between strands of jasmine. Sigh. She yawned. I'll sleep wonderfully. And no work for another 2 weeks means sleeping in. Lovely.
The clouds weren't staying, the wind was taking them with it.She mused on her thoughts : Nothing original - pretty bland and self centered as usual. Not blog-worthy. Maybe I should branch into fiction

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