There is something about the way the air smells after a rain storm. Perhaps it’s the excess electricity in the air, the moisture drawing out the smells from the evergreens and the newly opened blossoms. But the world is electric green and vibrant.
I believe another storm is brewing; the clouds are setting up stage to dance in the sky. There is a contrast of colors and different lights, creating unknown shapes above me. I’m excited to feel that rumble of the thunder, and the flashes of light sending shivers down my spine. The feeling of rain on my skin as I dance with the clouds.