It smells like rain today – it is quite beautiful, the cashmere grey of it pervades the office. Many people look at me blankly when I sniff, smile and state ‘it smells like rain’. It is a difficult sensation to adequately describe. Often it hovers just on the edge of smell and registers as a tickle in the back of the nose. Semi burnt and grey, like wet concrete in the middle of the night is the only way really I can pay homage to it. There is probably a complex and long winded theorem as to what the smell actually is, but mythologically I know it is made of intangible elements. They would exist on no table and are immeasurable. Partly water soft as tears, part childhood memories of rain swept beaches and soggy fish and chips eaten under a towel. A healthy dose of romanticism – first kisses and adventures – and the violent sudden shudder of lightening and thunder.
That is the smell of rain.