That calm feeling that can only be achieved with a determined breeze and hazy horizon. The trees shiver from the thought, welcoming the change. In a heart beat the wind grows violent as the relentless downpour begins. Most people run and hide, others draw their shield; I bite my lip, giddy inside. The delight from the pelting drops and swirling air as each drop find it’s own home; in the trees, on a roof, or with friends in the bay. But, it is never the performance that entices the audience, it is the anticipation before, and the memories after.
As the clouds approach, the air turns, leaving a resilient smell of warning; the day becomes balanced, calm and serene. It starts with a drizzle as the ground begins to slowly change color. The wind pushes you along, whispering to stay and play a bit longer. Light grey clouds tell of a gentle shower while darker ones warn of an approaching storm. Water never hurt anyone, you were going to take a shower anyway; why not stay and listen to nature as she pours her soul down to the earth?
