There is nothing like the smell of red earth and the pouring rain.
It is raining right now. It started off as a small disturbing sound outside my window. Then like the traffic passing you by. And then beating down on the earth, on tin, on windows. And then slowing down to a drizzle. Slowly. Softly. But still there. Droplets trickling down the window pane alternated by fat drops falling from the ledge above. One at a time. Purposefully. The tree swaying to the early morning rain. The rain mingled with the dawn.
But there is no smell of the red earth with this pouring rain.
This rain is not complete.