I got caught in the rain today. In a cloudburst. I was leaving the Fresh Market and on the way to my car fat drops came down lightly at first, and then thicker. I worried about my flat ironed hair for a moment, and then, I smelled it.
It is not often in the city you can smell the rain. But this must have been a young cloud, or a foreign one because the droplets it carried were untainted by the oily city air. It was the scent of spring and impending life.
Thank you God for scents and promise and spring.