I am all about the sun. But sometimes I like rain. It’s not the wet that I like, because I find that annoying. It’s the smell.
Rain smells like the beach to me, like so many days on the Cape with my mom, when I’d blame her for the weather, but secretly enjoy the raucous waves and the smell of the sea. It brings me to the Vineyard when the sky was emptying buckets down, and the kids were complaining of boredom, and the days seemed endless, but the air smelled like a perfume I wish existed.
Today smells like that. Like so many moments that have already been, and the ocean, and the beauty of things that are simple.