I usually post more mystery, horror posts, but this is a writing site. and this is lovely writing.
The Smell of Rain
Aging & Attitude
Steel metal colored clouds consume the sky and travel my way. The sun disappears behind them, and the sky turns dark.
Lightning cracks the sky and the sound pierces my ears.
The rain falls heavily, straight down and creates a blur, like Niagara Falls, a sheet of rain cascades off the roof gutters and I recall standing on “The Maid of the Mist” weathering the streams of water surrounded by rock.
The pinging rain is musical and comforting.
Floridians call it “big rain,” and pull to the side of the road the visibility is so poor. It is not a monsoon, a season of precipitation, although the rain in April and May seem endless.
This daytime rain smells sweet.
A smell so fragile I inhale deeply to guess its fragrance. It is clean and crisp like mountain air but not…
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