For a few hours a couple nights ago it rained. We have our windows open and I noticed an unfamiliar smell seeping through the screens. It took me a few minutes, as I was engrossed in what I was doing, before I realized that it was the smell of rain hitting our steamy patio.
I felt relieved, filled, happy just to feel the few drops touch my shoulders and face. Barry wasn’t home and I was left to enjoy the sprinkles with a chubby pug that doesn’t even like the sight of a puddle. I grabbed my camera feeling like I had to take pictures to prove that something other than the hose was feeding our plants.
As the summer days melt away and the time comes to go back to school, I find myself excited to welcome back the freshness that rain brings.