Sweet smell of Rain

It was a wet mild day when we arrived in Tasmania.  I remember hearing the waves against the beach and the sound of rain on the road and the tin roofs of the houses.

The smell was sweet.  Rain and Eucalyptus.  It had a feeling of being tropical.  Nothing like I had ever experienced in the UK.

We arrived at our destination town in the late hours of the evening.  Plonked all of our bags into the
hotel room and sat listening to the rain....

What Now?  I said.