smells like rain
my colleage looks outside the window at the blue sky, looks back at me, raises a single eyebrow slowly then the edges of her mouth swing out while her lips furl from her teeth revealing the cheekiest of grins.
wendy: I know, it sounds a bit bonkers, but this room just does smell like rain to me, can you smell it?
colleague: no (laughs, then, about a minute later) OH MY GOD. WENDY! Look out the window, its raining!
A cloud above the building that we couldn’t see was dumnping its load with avengance, rain against blue skys. To me the smell was overwhelming and kinda sexy. Apparantly the other people in the room couldn’t smell the rain through the building walls.
On planet wendy we not only smell the future coming we often hear then trip-over it too.