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That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever

That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.

Barbara Kingsolver
Strong, Rain, Hands
Barbara KingSolver (1988). “The Bean Trees: A Novel”, Harpercollins

A breeze shook rain out of new leaves onto their hair, but in their pursuit of eternity they never noticed the chill.

Barbara Kingsolver
Rain, Hair, Chill
Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “Prodigal Summer”, p.26, Faber & Faber

Independence is a complex word in a foreign tongue. To resist occupation, whether you're a nation or merely a woman, you must understand the language of your enemy. Conquest and liberation and democrac and divorce are words that mean squat, basically, when you have hungry children and clothes to get out on the line and it looks like rain.

Barbara Kingsolver
Children, Rain, Mean
Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.289, Faber & Faber

Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the corn, these things that ate and drank sunshine, grass, mud, and rain, and then in the shortening days laid down their lives for our welfare and onward resolve. There's the miracle for you, the absolute sacrifice that still holds back seed: a germ of promise to do the whole thing again, another time. . . Thanksgiving is Creation's birthday party. Praise harvest, a pause and sigh on the breath of immortality.

Barbara Kingsolver
Party, Rain, Sunshine
Barbara Kingsolver (2010). “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: Our Year of Seasonal Eating”, p.284, Faber & Faber

Once the rains abated, my father's garden thrived in the heat like an unleashed temper.

Barbara Kingsolver
Father, Rain, Garden
Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.60, Faber & Faber

...trust in Creation which is made fresh daily and doesn’t suffer in translation. This God does not work in especially mysterious ways. The sun here rises and sets at six exactly. A caterpillar becomes a butterfly. A bird raises its brood in the forest and a greenheart tree will only grow from a greenheart seed. He brings drought sometimes followed by torrential rains and if these things aren’t always what I had in mind, they aren’t my punishment either. They’re rewards, let’s say for the patience of a seed.

Barbara Kingsolver
Rain, Butterfly, Punishment

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