The smell of wet earth right after the season's first rain. It's even better in the countryside, where one can see all the colours becoming clearer under the gray skies, and where the frogs can be heard. Still, here in the big city, that smell is the closest thing to paradise we can dream of getting. It kinda made my week start promising, but it turned out to be just another boring, pointless time. Not that it was the rain or the earth's fault, of course.