Rain!

At last! Rain!

Its almost sad that I connect rain with specific memories - what I was doing last time it was raining, that time when we went to the gallery it was raining, the chalk writing on the footpath is finally washed off...

That gingery smell of wet bark - the warm "chill" in the air coupled with the smell rising from the earth, grey dots filling the concrete, the distant sound of thunder running up to my chest from my feet.

The drip on my forehead, the dry grass sticking to my bare feet, under the black bucketing sky.

This smells like home, and when you are home you run outside and dance like crazy like there's no tomorrow. Dance! Rain! Dance!