I was greeted with dark sky outside my window.
As I came out of the house, a whiff of pleasant smell greeted me. Suddenly it came to me. This is what S once meant by the pleasant smell just before the rain.
I've always loved the rain - the sound, the sight, the cool air, the wonderful earthy smell after the rain, and the wet grass and flowers. It's so rich and full.
And sometimes when the rainbow appears, it feels nothing but magical.
The smell before the rain has a different feel to me - a little sharp chemical odour that seems to whisper expectations.
I did a web search on this and found out that this smell probably comes from plant chemicals that are absorbed into the rocks, and released into the air when there is a sudden jump in humidity.
What's your memory of the rain?
