“Isn’t the smell after rain sort of like when a guy meets a new woman?” Ralph asked Sam.
“What do you mean?” Sam wondered.
“Well,” the former went on. “If they’re right for each other she’s a breath of fresh air, all buttercups and roses. If, though ,they’re a mismatch she’s like sweat socks left lying around for a few months. That’s what rain does too. It’s all about circumstances, you know.”