Stormy

I love rain. I always have. Maybe it's a result of living in a city that hardly sees any rain, but gosh–I can never get enough of it.

We've had a few summer storms, lately.  The clouds roll in, dump enough water to saturate suburban grass and bring traffic to a screeching hault on the freeways.

The only place I want to be when it rains is standing out in it breathing that wonderful smell. I wish they could bottle it.