Today’s Perfect Moment is the smell of rain. In my somewhat tired and sore state, I will do my best to explain it to you.

By some mysterious grace of the universe, I was spared the drenching that accompanies the almost daily downpour. I was in transit when the worst of it fell and would have gotten soaked because I had been in no mood to root through my bag searching for my umbrella.  On both my bus and subway trips, I emerged to find soaked ground and that telltale odour that indicates a storm has passed.  Needless to say, the second such adventure when I neared home and had to walk past a park was much better than that of the bus terminal where the smell had to compete with greater human odour and greater caused by human odour.

When I got off my bus and started my limp home (yes, I am still limping) the humidity had all but disappeared and the water droplets still clung to the grass like early morning dew, while the water on the pavement had long given up the fight and evaporated back to the clouds. There was a freshness.  There was that feeling of clean.

Maybe I only noticed it because I had to stop on the way home a few times to give my leg a chance to uncramp, but that doesn’t make it seem any less Perfect.