The smell of rain in the air

As I was preparing to get into the shower late this morning (well, okay, technically it was well after noon, but on a Saturday that counts as late morning), Sarah came and told me it was raining and the air smelled wonderful. I decided to risk offending the neighbors, wrapped a towel around myself, and headed downstairs and out into the rain. Sarah walked out with me.

It was glorious. A light drizzle softened the air and made moist the world. Ozone and storm smells permeated everything. Odors both electrical and alive enveloped us.

As I've said many times before, Watterson was right in Calvin and Hobbes: There's magic everywhere. You have only to see it.