holding the...

A few minutes ago, I went to the door to say "good-by" to the plumber's apprentice as he left for work and his swimming instructor class, meaning he won't be home for a few days. Being the "nag" I am, I asked if he had a jacket, "yes, in the truck."

And then I asked if he was prepared for rain. Suddenly I found myself holding his breakfast as he dashed in for another jacket, a nicer one. I could smell the rain on its way. When he got back to me, he said that only when I asked him, did he realize that it smelled like rain.

Time will tell, if the nose knows.