Most people I know hate rainy days. I absolutely love them. They’re so rare around here and when they finally happen they awaken me. They cheer me up. They make me want to run outside and jump in every puddle.
Today I got up early, went outside and I felt it, gently and softly land on my skin, as the coolness of the wind surrounded me. I inhaled that fresh, crisp and clean, earthy scent deeply into my lungs. That incredible smell of new rain. I grabbed my camera, got in my car and I heard it loudly, musically, as I drove to the cliffs, splashing soothingly on the roof. And even though people say you shouldn’t, I tasted it’s fresh mild taste from my upper lip when I got there. I let the droplets soak my clothing and the muddy ground dirty my shoes. I listened for thunder, one of my most favorite sounds, and kept an eye out for lightening and rainbows.
Rainbows…the ultimate adventure in life is full of color, full of beauty and full of love.
Windy and so beautiful