Last night we had our first rain of the season.
We were all outdoors in a flash watching the thunder and lightening storm their way across the night sky. Then came the rain. Teeming down. Welcome. Joyous in its drumming on the roof. Swirling in the storm winds. Oh the smell of rain on hot, dry tar and dirt and grass. The temptation to strip off and run about in the rain is almost overwhelming.
Up and down the road people could be heard celebrating the rain. Children went late to bed but on the night of the first rains of the season that's ok.
rain is luscious, right? all the more so when we have been deprived of its cleansing refreshment.
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