One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

I just walked into the bedroom a few minutes ago to go to sleep. As per usual, I was carrying my laptop, and I had put the fan in the window earlier in the evening so it would be nice and cool. It smelled like rain, and suddenly I realized that the rain smell in the Magic Valley doesn’t smell like rain anywhere else.

Don’t ask me why this is an epiphany, the reason why this page is here is so I can ramble about random shit like this without anybody asking me any questions. So there.

As much as this place pisses me off (and it does, oh so much) the smell of rain here is an exquisite experience. I’m not quite sure why it’s so amazing, but I would tend to believe that it has something to do with the fact that it’s so flat.

If last year was any indication, it rains a LOT in Moscow. Hell, during Spring, we went a month with four or five rainless days. And I don’t mean light misty shit all the time like Seattle, I’d say that half those rain-filled days were downright pouring. And a few were snowing, just enough to piss you off. Walk to math class, it’s sunny; sit in math class, watch snow fucking pour from the sky. Walk home in the snow. Ten minutes later, it’s sunny and only a few patches of snow can be seen on the ground. Three hours later, I need to walk up to the engineering lab to turn in a paper, and it’s snowing again.

Maybe Moscow weather just hates me. Us. Whatever.

Any rate, no matter how much it rained or snowed in Moscow, it never smelled like Twin Falls. I’m hardly a well-traveled person, but even though I’ve lived through snow in Spokane and rain in Seattle, it never smelled even remotely close to a nice rain here.

So, when somebody asks you why in the holy fucking hell you would live amongst the religious freaks and Republicans (redundant) in Twin Falls, you can tell them because post-rain smell in Twin Falls is almost better than sex.

Almost.