Thunderstorms

Today is one of those days when the sky is gray all day and you know that it's just aching to burst open and let out all of its rain. Rather, I suppose I am the one aching for it to burst. I'd go out and stand in it and just close my eyes. The best weather comes when it's sticky hot and it grows dark, dark, darker - unnaturally dark for the time of day. There is excitement there, when the humidity pushes against all of your pores and invades all of your senses. And you can just smell the rain and you can't see your shadow no matter which way you turn. You hear the storm boil, and that first crack of lightning and roll of thunder bring an inevitable smile to your face. And then you start to feel cool pricks all over your bare skin. Finally, you are drenched.

It is my favourite because it reminds me of when I was a little girl.