that first raindrop

I could tell it was going to rain today. I can always tell when it’s going to rain. I sniff the air. I smell the strong scent of raindrops and flowers, the strong scent of forests and open plains. It’s like the beautiful scent of wind and nature on a harvest moons night.  I love that smell. When I was younger I used to lie in the grass and watch the sky, anticipating the first raindrop. Sometimes, I still go outside and sniff the air. Searching for that scent. Awaiting the raindrops, letting them bead off my eyelids, It’s almost as if time stops for a moment. It feels it’s just the wind, the rain, and I. The wind carrying that scent I crave so much of, and the rain drenches me, cleansing my heart and soul. There is no better feeling, no better moment than when that first drop touches your skin and arouses your senses. There is nothing better than the wind delivering the harvest moons glorious scent from distant lands to you. There is nothing better than the moment time stops and lets you bask in nature’s wonder. Not in this world, never, in this world.1