Umami

I took a bite of tomato right off the vine. 'Umami', I thought to myself, 'the fifth taste'. Umami is a delicious taste, unheard of by most people, but still, being the fifth, unheard-of-by-most taste didn't make it any less delicious.

The skies parted so suddenly you would've thought someone shot an arrow to break the clouds into rain. Oh how it poured! It was as if Zeus were dumping buckets from Mount Olympus. I ran out of the garden. I turned a cartwheel. The wet grass felt good on my hands and the feeling was strangely rebellious. I turned cartwheel after cartwheel. This moment felt as delicious as a ripe fresh tomato.

Umami.