Rain is Good
This evening on my way home I looked up at the sky and thought “a storm is coming”. It wasn’t anything overt that really gave it away, its simply that once you live somewhere long enough you learn the weather. Of course this evening we got some lightning, the part that was surprising is that we didn’t loose power. An hour latter I smelt something wafting in from the outside… it was the smell of rain. Now, what I seriously what to know, is how does one describe rain. Its a smell that I know, but I couldn’t describe what it smells like for the life of me.
Life is strange that way.
Edit: 20minutes latter, brown outs begin. Looks like I spoke too soon.