Rain

Rain
RAIN

EXT: A FIELD(fēld)

Ben and Jake(jāk), newly a couple(ˈkəpəl), are walking through the field as it starts to rain.

BEN

I love the smell of first rain, don’t you? Especially in a dusty(ˈdəstē) field like this. Did you know someone made up a word for that? They call it petrichor(ˈpeˌtrīkôr). The definition(ˌdefəˈniSHən) is actually quite scientific(ˌsīənˈtifik), and there’s a lot of talk about plant(plant) oils(oil) that get exuded(igˈzo͞od) when it’s dry and then it rains and et cetera(et ˈsetərə,ˈsetrə). But it’s such a beautiful sensation(senˈsāSHən)-the scent(sent) of fat, wet drops stirring(ˈstəriNG) up puffs(pəf) of dust or spattering(ˈspatər) warm asphalt(ˈasfôlt)-that they had to give it a romantic name. Petri: stone, and ichor(ˈīˌkôr): blood of the gods(gäd). From the Greek(grēk).

I’m sorry, Jake. I talk too much when I’m nervous. And I know I can be pedantic(pəˈdantik) as hell(hel). I just so like walking in this storm with you. Holding your hand feels like that-like water falling on parched(pärCHt) earth that’s never felt(felt) the rain.

I like the idea that there are still things out there-experiences and sensations that everyone recognizes and knows-but that haven’t been given a name yet. “Petrichor” wasn’t even made up until 1964. It makes me think of this feeling that I guess was always inside me, and it never had a name before you came along. Probably(ˈpräblē,ˈpräbəblē) everyone redefines(ˌrēdiˈfīn) the term love, every time it happens.

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