It’s raining a bit, just gently soaking the grass, the garden, the houses, and the cars. It smells pleasantly like rain, and the breezes have turned cool. It makes me think of a lot of memories, suppose it’s that scent-memory thing. They all come jumbled up together. Nothing clear, but afternoons camping, crouched under a tarp and watching the rain seem to predominate.
Somehow, rain has also quieted the neighborhood. The sounds of cars, kids, motorcycles, and hollering domestic abuse are muffled. Even the cats have decided that it’s a decent time for a nap.
It’s deeply calming, for whatever reason.
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