Curiosity killed the magic.

The smell of rain is a magic in and of itself, especially here in the desert. Probably because rain is a kind of magic, the wetness as it falls from the sky like a rite of purification. For centuries literary masters have taken the ideas of rain and run with them. Off the top of my head I can’t think of an example but I know they have. The smell of it, before and after the rain, has inspired authors and poets as much as the rain itself.

Of course, being captain curiosity I had to find out what makes rain smell. I felt sadly robbed of the magic when I found out it’s the smell of bacteria. You can buy it in a bottle. I think a little part of my soul just died. Damn you science!!!

Here, see for yourself. Science kills a small part of the magic of youth: http://www.weatherchannel.com.au/WWSM/images/0003/GlobalImages/30933.pdf