Ahh, a cool and rainy spring morning

Growing up, there was the fragrance of rain on asphalt that sang in an odd way, of spring. I have no asphalt near my door, but this morning awoke to the sight of rain on my brick welcoming path. The Cranesbill geraniums are waking to it, too.
May has been unpredictable this year. And I appreciate this greatly. I love the cool and the crisp of a somewhat rainy morning. Especially in the midst of warm, hinting of summer, days.