The smell of rain
We have enjoyed a couple of weeks of almost uninterrupted wonderful spring weather here in Cambridge. This is really the time of year to enjoy the sunshine, while it is still a warm, loving caress. I never really could pick a favourite time of year, because there are unique and wonderful highlights to each of the four seasons, but one of them is certainly late spring and early summer; pollen allergies be damned. I love the light green colours, as opposed to the fuller, darker greens of the height of summer, and I thrive on the sunshine giving light and warmth, where only a month ago, there was cold and darkness, while the air is still light and cool, not stifling like the baking oven of summer sun.
This morning I was reminded of another thing I truly love. Today is overcast and colder than the previous days, and as I got on my cycle and headed off to the department, a light rain began to fall. And there it was: the smell of rain. Rain in summer has a certain, unmistakable smell to it -- and I have loved that smell for as long as I can remember. I slowed my pace, and enjoyed every rain-scented breath. There is something about the smell of rain that gives me a feeling of comfort, joy and a slow, silent and thoughtful happiness. I am sometimes a rather more sentimental man than I like to admit, and the first smell of warm rain in spring is almost enough to bring tears to my eyes.
This morning I was reminded of another thing I truly love. Today is overcast and colder than the previous days, and as I got on my cycle and headed off to the department, a light rain began to fall. And there it was: the smell of rain. Rain in summer has a certain, unmistakable smell to it -- and I have loved that smell for as long as I can remember. I slowed my pace, and enjoyed every rain-scented breath. There is something about the smell of rain that gives me a feeling of comfort, joy and a slow, silent and thoughtful happiness. I am sometimes a rather more sentimental man than I like to admit, and the first smell of warm rain in spring is almost enough to bring tears to my eyes.