Full of Hope and Promise

Cool days, after the rain
When everything smells so clean and new
Full of hope and promise

It rained yesterday afternoon, and when I got home last night the air was cool and hung heavy with the smells of wet earth, plants and the crisp cool cleanness of it all.
Clouds sat low across the western horizon, like heavy lids pulled back on the clear starshot sky above. Lighting burst and shattered deep inside those dark lids, providing a backdrop for the stars above.
I sat outside for a good while, smoking my last cigar, and just enjoying the darkness and cool. It was nice.