Smell after rain
The rain has been ever elusive all day. The smell has come and gone. More than one smell actually. The usual after-rain sort of earthy clay-like smell was there, but mixed with others. Like the breezes from between the damp leaves still hiding in the corners of playgrounds left over from September. There was also small hints, once every few hundred breaths or so, of the dewdrop-covered buds forming on practically the end of every branch to be found on a tree. The wet pavement smell was prevalent in and around the neighborhoods with all their sidewalks and streets. Though, it should be said: that newly paved streets and old crackly streets have distinctly different smells. They all sort of mix together in the heavier parts of a breeze. At other times moist garbage could be smelled; and, though unpleasant, it went appreciated by some
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