It is indeed raining in this small southern town. Such a welcome tentative relief from the drought we have suffered here for two years. This rain reminds me by its layers of aroma, sounds, and (almost) taste of the sweet thick humid breeze within it, that we find pleasure wherever we are quiet enough to receive.
I realize with today's rain that I sense a uniqueness in our southern rain that I have not noticed anywhere else beyond my south. While a child and then as an awkward gangling teen-ager I always enjoyed walking in and being soaked by these summer rains. My faithful dog would walk with me, questioningly, stopping often to watch me continue and with his look ask me, "What the Hell's wrong with you today?"
Now that I am somewhat more aged and less gangling (but still awkward), I am thankful for the stored memories of earlier times and southern rains with early Spring's rose scented, Mid-summer's Jasmine and Lugustrum, and now today's curing alfalfa nose.
I think I shall stop now and go for a walk.
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