I love the smell of rain. Yes, rain does have a smell and if you’ve missed it you’re moving to fast. I can’t compare it to anything, it’s just so perfect. In the summer it steams off of the hot tar. In the fall it catches on the leaves and is mellow. In the winter it’s a breath of crisp fresh air. In the spring, oh in the spring! It’s a new beginning, a sweet melody, and an old friend you see in the grocery store.