Coming out of the office building, I smell my favorite fragrance in the world – the smell of rain. A coworker asked 'smell?', I replied with a noncommittal shrug and simply said 'yes, smell'.

That scent, fragrance, odor or aroma...whatever that you smell as the earth's thirst is slaked by the rain. Its weird I know. But that particular scent reminds me that everything gets cleaned, washed up and washed away. Anything dirty gets cleaned up in some way or another. Just the same as I like the smell of a newly-bathed baby – pure and innocent. The smell of rain cleans the dirty, grimy steel structures that this Earth is pock-marked with. The urbanity and modernity of the city goes down the sewers as the Powers-That-Be reminds us mortals that there are even greater things than the boob-tube, the neighbors and the wackos that run countries.

P.S.TTWRTC nothing beats the smell of your loved ones though. And thats for another time for me to write about.

P.P.S. TTWRTC = to those who read this crap