That fresh smell of the air just after it rains. I notice the rain here in London is very different compared to the lively storms of Johannesburg. Ah, how do I miss those highveld thunderstorms. Once it comes down in buckets, it seems everything is reborn. But London rain drips and drips, leaving that lingering humidity. The other day as the clouds darkened and became almost menacing, they popped. Glorious rain poured from the heavens...as if the Gods were gifting human kind with another chance to refresh everything. There is nothing to beat that smell, not even the most expensive perfume. It restores hope and smiles.