the smell of rain

When I was camping out west on the side of a cliff in an ancient Adobe house 20+ years back the smell of rain was in the air the afternoon but it was not untill the hint of orange twilight hit the clouds 10 miles away I didnt know the rain was coming to us for sure.
This is about that day.

The afternoon had heat I had not felt this way before
The day was dry the ground was hard this was new to me for sure
I took her hand in mine and said lets find some shade and talk
We grabbed our packs and headed out for a hot long walk
The sun was high the clouds not seen for all I felt was dry
My head so soaked from heat and blazing red from the sky
The wind kicked up and in my head I thought what a pain
But whispering in the air was that the smell of rain
We found a place so meant for us to rest out of the sun
She laid down next to me and spoke like I was her one
We laughed and cried teased and kissed and had a little fun
Then twilight came and i looked out across the vast horizon there
I finally saw the thing my nose has found hours before in the air
The work of God was clear to me I was not going insane
This fragrance is so vastly unmistakable how can you not know the smell of rain