Of the 29 days we’ve been on the road, no fewer than ten have been rainy. And yet, aside from our damp and decidedly fragrant shoes, Gary and I have found ourselves loving the rhythm of a summer rain.
There’s something comforting about the way the sun peeks out from behind the dark gray clouds—brief moments of golden light that feel like little promises. I’ve grown used to the patter of raindrops on the RV roof, which hums like a built-in sound machine, soft and steady. Even the muddy shoes and soggy belongings have become part of our new normal.
The rain usually falls gently and evenly, cooling the air and inviting us to slow down. And when it finally stops, the reward is real: that fresh, earthy smell rising from the grass and trees, like the world just exhaled.
Of course, the other smell—the one coming from our wet sandals and sneakers? That’s not quite as poetic. Let’s just say… not all rain smells are created equal.