Today I could smell the rain before it hit. They say that the scent of rain is either bacteria spores being released or a chemical reaction of chemicals in the atmosphere and organic compounds. Either way my sense of smell is triggering responses and that means I’m still alive.
To me Rain means, green hills, rainbow hunting, and getting squirly in the truck. The latter being a bit more reckless.
I’ve always loved the phenomenon of sudden silence when driving relatively fast under a bridge during the rain. Can Anybody else relate?