After rain, the world feels briefly rinsed.
Pavement darkened.
Leaves heavier.

The air holds a smell that wasn’t there before.
Something clean, but not sharp.

People move differently for a while.
Slower.
Less certain of where to step.

It doesn’t last.
It never does.

Soon enough, things dry out.
Marks fade.
The day resumes its usual pace.

But for a moment,
everything feels newly arrived.