Rain Smell, Since Morning
There was a smell from the morning on. That damp smell hanging at the tip of my nose moved my hand from the umbrella to the door handle. The air seemed to know, quietly, that the smell would come back again in the afternoon.
Leaning by the window just now, I see the dew on the frame glinting in the sun. It feels like a day different from yesterday is about to begin.
Looking at that dew, I suddenly don't begrudge the umbrella I folded away this morning.
The streetlamp light that reflected off the wet road after the rain was scattered this morning across dry asphalt. The shoes of the people walking over that light were each a little different.
Treading the dry asphalt where the streetlamp light had vanished, there must have been footsteps that remembered the warmth of yesterday's rain.
The umbrella I folded yesterday, this morning only dried raindrop marks remain. A new umbrella hangs on the doorknob.