Some rains are hard, cold and miserable, chilling drops piercing a body right to the bone. Others are warm and delightful, like droplets of liquid sunshine floating softly from the heavens to soothe and caress. A good rain is like a good cry. It cleanses the soul of the earth. It summons forth the heady smells of wet sod and shower-washed pavement.
City lights mirrored in a puddled street are a beautiful sight.
Nothing compares, however, to sitting in the heat of a summer afternoon and watching a storm come in, black clouds tumbling and writhing and lightning streaking in the far-off distance. The rumble of thunder causes my heart to race. Not many in the world can watch a summer storm at 2 a.m. Not many can boast of living in a land where there are rainbows at midnight.