Finally, the first rain... and its wonderous smell. What smells send you back and where do you go?

I don’t like the rain in general – I’m not one of those who puddle jump and skip through the raindrops. I just see it as wet, grey and not sun – which I worship.

But that first rain’s smell… that’s a different story. Sometimes it sends me to walks in the forest, sometimes it’s melancholy and saddens me – but it’s always clean and fresh and gives me hope for brighter things to come.

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