For some odd reason I am atuned to rain. I might be sleeping, working, in a windowless room, But some how I just know when it's about to rain, I can smell it in the air, the dampness, The aroma of moisture building up in the clouds, Mounting up to one big expenditure as rain, I can sense it. The rain is tangeble, yes, but to me, The smell just before is tangable as well. I smell worms on the sidewalks, squirmy and slimy, I smell the mossy trees and the wet ferns, Just before the first drops splash down upon them. I get a whiff of the preluding aroma and it's entrancing. The smells bring images of rain and storms, and with it, A sense of happiness and calmness. Rain washes away the filth and the grime, It allows the Earth to be reborn again. That whiff is all it takes, To bring a smile to my face.