when the rains came

During our last storm, when the direst of predictions scalded the media all day, and the sky was midnight black, only the rain came, in torrents. I was alone in the house and opened the front door amid all the clamor,  just enough to inhale deeply. Standing there breathing in the smell of earth, green plants, wet foliage - the DNA of life, I felt like I could live forever on just that exhilarating scent.