If I could bottle a perfume- if I could wear perfume- I would like the smell of the first rain of a Texas summer. Texas summer rainstorms are perfectly beautiful because they invariably brief, more parts wind and fury, abruptly dark in an otherwise cloudless day, which when combined with a landscape that is very dry becoming just barely damp for a few seconds creates an illusion that makes any witnesses question if they actually saw it or just imagined the whole thing. If you are lucky enough to be caught in one you barely have time to admire it before the fickle storm moves on.
After its passing you wonder if it was just a daydream as the raindrops quickly disappear into the parched earth. With all signs of the storm departing almost as swiftly as they appeared. One could just as easily miss it as admire it. Immediately after the storm ceases all manner of creatures burst forth from wherever they hid during the momentary natural outburst, just as the echoing thunder drifts away.
The combined effect creates a smell so distinctive- so very clean- that for a few moments you are caught up in the pure amazement of this planet- of this land- so very beautiful with grandeur unimagined. And I am left in awe. And I wonder, how could people see this, and wonder if God exists?
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