The smell of rain. It’s such a cliched idea. The words stink of a marketing ploy, the language of real estate and chirpy advertising campaigns. Usually I file it away under the smell of freshly cut grass, baking bread and new brewed coffee – nice but shallow, knowingly appealing.
Sometimes though, on particular days, in particular lights and in particular situations, pouring rain really does have this feeling of stripping down and washing away about it. Like a menthol decongestant for the brain, one whiff and you’re cleansed. It cleans away any mugginess of the mind and freshens up the neurons, filling them up until they’re spongy and fertile, a ripe compost for ideas. (more…)
Ben RL Meredith 