The Sweet Smell of Grime

It's been raining on and off since I've gotten here. Sometimes just light sprinkles that take the edge off the heat. Sometimes torrential downpours that leave you sopping wet--under an umbrella. I've heard the loudest thunder BOOMS in my life here. Like mighty Zeus is snapping his horse-whip across the sky.

But the thing I love most about heavy downpours is the smell afterward. The rain unearths the smell of the city; the mixture of dirt, dust and grime lingers in the air. I know it sounds disgusting. But I love it because it reminds me of the smell of Vietnam during the moonsoon rains.