100HappyWords_81_Rain

It’s the smell that hits me first, almost sweet, and then the breeze, with a slight chill to it, brushes my skin.

“Is that rain?”

I look out the window and see nothing. I focus and re-focus on the middle distance and there it is, a fine mist. A few moments later I see droplets.

The smell is now overwhelming.

I go outside and, with palms outstretched, get my final confirmation. Water splashes on my arms, my face. It’s cold, invigorating.

“It’s raining!”

The drops get heavier and I hear the tin roof roar.

At last, the rain has arrived.

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