Jake’s rationalizations tried to redirect the waterfall of reality away from himself so he could avoid getting wet. If the latter rain came his soul was so dry he might start smelling like petrichor. And if he got filled to overflowing who knows what might happen?
From mountain sources water splashed down boulders like conviction eroding away the resistance of his stony heart.
Jake remembered reading somewhere that given the current rate of erosion the entire mountain would be at sea level in less than fifty million years assuming reality lasted that long. He wondered how long his heart could hold out.
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Denise offers the prompt word “petrichor” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. Although I’ve heard it before I had to look it up. Petrichor is “the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil.“
James 5:7
Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Good job, Frank.
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Thank you, Dan!
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Love this: “Petrichor is “the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil.”
Anxiously awaiting the later rain.
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I am eagerly awaiting that later rain also. Thank you and blessings, Michael!
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Love the story and verse. Been visiting James this week. 1:19 especially. Patience, yes. Will my heart hold out? A moment at a time. The picture is stunning!
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Valuable message in James 1:19 – “Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:” I am glad you liked this and the photo. Thank you and blessings, Mary!
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Good morning Frank! Another great photo to help start my day on an uplifting note while I’m currently harvesting and shucking peas. It must have been a beautiful trek to that waterfall, Regards Dan
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Although a strenuous climb to the top it was a beautiful trek to that waterfall. Thank you and blessings, Dan!
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I love the sound of that word and the smell after rain 🙂
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The smell is fresh and memorable after a rain. Thank you, Lynn!
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Love the word play!
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Thank you, Martilou!
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May his heat stop holding out!
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He should let himself get drenched. Thank you, Jim, and blessings!
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Mountain, waterfall, heart and petrichor…wrapped up with an excellent ink of a Six, Frank.
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Thank you, Nick! Since I had this written before I heard the prompt word I was wondering how to fit it in.
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You know, it never hurts to remember/be reminded how different the scale of time for the rest of the world (as opposed to our human perspective).
It’s not easy (if even possible) to feel the idea of the passage of a hundred thousand years, much less a million.
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Considering we can’t even figure out what really happened 3000 years ago, a hundred thousand or a million are in the realm of mythology. Thank you, Clark!
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Sometimes i think that latter rain can’t come soon enough.
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May that latter rain come. Thank you, Mimi!
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The waterfall of reality, I like that. A great take, Frank.
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Thank you, Keith!
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Let go and let it rain! It’ll feel better, to let life go back to a more fertile & creative state.
Really lovely lament, Frank!
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Good point. He would be better off it he just let it rain. Thank you, Liz!
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Enjoyed your Six, Frank. Your metaphor unmistakable, sometimes it’s best to let the deluge come. You never know what treasures may rise from the rubble.
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Good point to let the deluge come and see what treasures rise from the rubble. Thank you, Denise!
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