More pondering of the rain

After posting the previous comments about the rain smelling the same the world over, a friend asked: Are you sure you do not remember the very subtle changes in smell of the rain in each of the places listed?

My response: Yes... and, no, the smell of the rain is the same. The difference is/was the smells indigenous to each place. That added to the smell of the rain. But what brought me to the realization that each place was HOME was the scent of the earth in the first drops of the cleansing rain.

That scent can bring me to each of those places: Israel on a dew-drenched, hot September dawn; Cairo in the midst of an April rain; Portland on a cool spring afternoon; Huairou before catching the bus to the Great Wall; Chicago's mid-summer shower.

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