Me, A Weather Prophet

Posted on by Hanna

I was near Farum, and I decided to take a walk around Farum lake.
Rain was coming in later according to the weather forecast but I reckoned I had time enough to catch my train at the end of my walk without getting drenched.
Normally I always carry with me some protection for bad weather but not that day.
I know that there are loads of mirabelle flowers along the path and the spring flowers pushed my concerns aside.
I had nearly ended my beautiful walk when I met a photographer with whom I had a chat.
As I was breaking up I noticed the smell of rain. I think rain is on its way now, I said.
No, I don’t think so, he said while looking at the sky.
Just having said that, the rain started to fall.
I couldn’t help but laughing and he gave me a little smile admitting that I did warn him.
So the rain got me in the end but I didn’t mind.
The last sentences in the conversation made me smile the rest of my way to the train despite my wet clothes.

13 thoughts on “Me, A Weather Prophet”

  2. I go for a walk almost every day, in the city! This is why I like your blog, you walk in the country! xo

    • Resa, you can call it a city but there is the wonderful great Ontario Lake. That counts for a countryside 🙂 🙂
      Thanks a lot xx ❤

      • xxoo True! I live right across a foot bri=dge to the lake. I can see the lake from my windows. It is quite wonderful!. ❤

      • Bri=dge? The first thing that crossed my mind was Bree like in East of The Shire 🙂 but what your heart is filled with …
        Did the = form the bridge?
        I love the thought of that view ❤

    • I’ll do my utter best to support you, Leya. I love that kind of coincidence that makes one seems prophetic 🙂

    • You’re right, everything is fresh and the colors clear on a rainy day. My concern was whether there were large amounts of rain. The last times there has been talk about cloudburst with many lightning but this time there was nothing to worry about.

  6. The flowers were well worth the risk 🙂 But about smelling the rain. A friend with whom I was walking two weeks ago said the same: I smell rain. And promptly it started dripping. I hadn’t smelled anything (apart from maybe the scent of freshly baked apple pie coming from a nearby coffeehouse.) I envy your feel of nature!

    • You can easily develop the same skills, Peter. I remember the smell of ozone from my childhood too. But I didn’t know back then that ozone was the reason for the smell.
      If I had been out on a long walk the ozone might have passed my nose too in favor of freshly baked apple pie 🙂 🙂

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