The smell of rain comes through the window sitting on a cool breeze, as the rain comes down again in Bangalore. That’s two days in a row, if you’re counting. Lightening and thunder accompany the rain–one series of loud claps just sounded in the distance.
The air is cold, the air smells fresh, like it’s been washed clean of the day’s smoke and dust. It’s like biting into a fresh, cold fruit and having the flavours explode in your mouth.
There are few things in nature, or man-made for that matter, that beat the smell of fresh rain, especially in summer.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather be outside.