I wish I smelled like rain. The pure smell of everything new is just a joyful scent. It may be dark and gloomy, but it makes me so happy. I stood at my window for nearly ten minutes taking gulps of fresh air, and experiencing the dewy, mucky smell with every ounce of my lungs. I gazed longingly at the puddles forming lochs in my backyard, and daydreamed of jumping and splashing in them. I watched the cars drive by and splash the grimy water at the shoulder of the road as they sped by. I saw a rabbit having its meal amongst the damp dandelions. I sucked in more air.
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