So there I was Tuesday night, walking out of Swing Central in Redwood City after taking Damon's Blues class, when the smell of rain greeted me. Rain? In California in July? Weird. But nice. Really nice. It smelled fabulous. I drove to the freeway with my windows down enjoying the smell while watching the drops plip onto my windshield. It was hardly enough rain to count, but it dampened my car and freshened the air and generally felt really satisfying.