I savor it when the heavens weep, cry or sob, around here. Rain isn't
a regular visitor in these high desert regions, so when it falls, I
relish it. The sweet, pungent smell, soft dancing melodies, the way
everything appears to be yawning it in. It feels like grace does to
ones soul...a fresh forgetting.

People always talked about how much they loved that "after the rain smell". Well, I never knew what that was until I moved out of Portland and into this area.
ReplyDeleteYa know what? I love that after the rain smell.
...unless the neighbor has left his dog outside. Then it kinda kills the mood.