The Smell Of Rain Brings On Happy Memories

When I was little my Mamaw lived up a hollar along a creek. It was nestled between the mountains in Kentucky. I would spend a good portion of my summers with her. And when it rained it smelled like heaven to me. The smell of nature was so pure and beautiful. I could just lay on her porch and just close my eyes and be content. You could hear the creek and the breeze. There was nothing better. To this day when I smell rain I am back on my Mamaw's porch and that wonderful happy feeling of being a child and knowing her love is there. For me I think this is what Heaven would smell like
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