Scent of Rain

=I’m the crazy one. The one who still feels jubilant when it starts to pour. Even after the last days of rain, I’m begging for more. I think it’s the result of growing up in southern California and living through too many drought years.  I don’t want it to flood, nor wish harm to those who must commute (although it is Sunday) on wet roads, but only want once more to dance in the rain before the dry spell returns.  A little bit of heaven for a weekend afternoon. And of course, that amazing fragrance as the first drops begin to fall … the air beckoning the moisture.

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