Each place that I have lived, I remember the rain vividly.
The rainy side of The Big Island, storms soaking the Iowa dirt, spring rains in the paddocks on the farm in Tennessee, and the heavy rains rolling through New England from Nor’easters.
I love the sound, feel, and especially the smell of rain.
Anticipating some upcoming rain in our forecast, I wrote a haiku over coffee this am.
skies darken above
clouds burst, raindrops strike the ground
the smell of home wafts
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