It was going to rain, I knew it, I could smell it in the breeze. The air turns to a certain flavor and you can taste it in your mouth. When I was little I tried to explain that taste. You have to breathe using your mouth and your nose at the same time and I guess it gets into you that way. It’s blue I said, because how best to describe rain. I guess you could say other words to describe the taste, but I was little then and blue was the best word I knew to call it. I would do it with my mouth open and my nose breathing in deep. Even when it wasn’t going to rain, just to practice. Like one is dancing for rain to make it happen. You know it’s working when you get the scent into you and see the people all scrambling around for shelter. Not me, I love the rain as it approaches, it’s not only the smell though. I remember sticking my tongue out and tasting it. Wondering where it came from before I found out. Now, I Ieave my hair there to get all wet from the rain and when no one is looking I put a piece of it in my mouth and taste it. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved