When we pull up the dirt road and get close to our gate we always know we are home when we see our wind mill. Unfortunately we don’t get to spend as much time in the country as we would like. We live in the city where there are rude drivers, cranky people and dirty air most of the year, but there is one thing that beings me back to the country is the smell of the rain. It reminds me of walking through the pasture back to the house because my mother never taught me to come it out of the mud. I always stayed out too long when I go walking and ended up in the rain. It is one of the most wonderful feelings on the skin, And the bonus is the glimpse of a perfect rainbow peaking through the remainder of clouds as they drift away and lets the sun back in.
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