I love rain.
I love everything about rain.
The way the air feels before a storm. The way the wind blows the leaves up and backwards on the trees. The eerie yellow-green tint to the world.
I love listening to it fall. Gently on my roof or a torrent against my windows.
I love the sounds of the storms — howling winds, cracks of thunder, vibrations of the rain drops as they return to planet earth.
I love the result of the rain — green grass, vibrant flora, full lakes and reservoirs.
I love the feel of rain — I love playing in the rain. Splashing in the puddles. Walking under umbrellas. Wearing rain gear.
I love falling asleep on a stormy night to the dance of lightening just outside my window, the roll of thunder from cloud to cloud, and the lullaby of a thousand million drops of rain hitting windows and roofs.
But most of all — I love breathing in the rain and it’s aftermath. The air is clean and fresh. Devoid of pollens and chemicals that irritate my lungs and just in general piss them off.
I know everyone loves a sunny day. But me — I’ll take a lovely, sweet, clean, rainy spring every time.