Even as a small child I could recognize it – impending rain. The clean simple smell that contains the promise of renewal. The feeling of being grounded in all that is good. Each drop holding the ability to pound out the impurities of both earth and spirit, if just for a short while. I look forward to the rain. Memories of sitting and listening to the pitter-patters fuel my need to just breathe it in, relishing the calm and quiet of the sound.