The Smell After Rain

“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.” 

 

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