There’s talk amongst those forecaster types of isolated thunderstorms tomorrow, but I guess some leading edge is in a hurry and earlier tonight there were some reasonable breezes, and then a little light rain – the perfect amount of light rain. Not enough to make a water-level difference, not enough to close windows, not enough to make it cold, but enough to make it smell like rain, the smell of something coming, like bread in the oven with just a few minutes left on the timer.


This was published on 31 Aug 2007.
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