Summer Rain.
Rain is my favorite smell in the world. It calms me. It reminds me that everything is going to be okay because, no matter how things change, no matter how people will always come and go, the rain will always smell the same. Rain never disappoints. There may be droughts, but as sure as anything, it will come back. It will hit the dirt and the grass and the trees and create a scent for me alone. And no matter where I am in this world, it smells the same. It holds me and kisses me and reminds me that some things can be constan; not everything disappoints. But what I love most about the smell of rain is that it’s mine and no one can ever take it away.
