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Posted July 6, 2009
The Smell of Rain
Maverick and Rascal cowered in the garage from the boom and pop of firecrackers while Tootie barked and Jasper poked about business as usual. I always worried fires would be started on July 4th.
But then, I smelled the coming of rain.
A sweet smell - cleansing.
A smell like spring
water tastes.
And sure
enough,
during the black
of night, rain fell.
Grass perked up.
Lambs's ear plumped out.
White vinca drank pure sips.
My neck of the woods gleamed once again.