I love the smell of sheets that have dried on the clothesline in the summer sun. Tonight I took my clean bedding outside to hang awhile. It’s been so hot that I figured it wouldn’t take long for those sheets to dry and get all fresh-smelling. Ten minutes after I made the trip to my backyard clothesline, I couldn’t believe my ears. What a sweet sound. It was raining.
It hasn’t rained in six weeks.
It rained on my sheets.
If I had known, I would have hung out my sheets a long time ago.