Rain arrived at dawn, vying with the light for dominance on this last workday of the week. It plummeted out of the greyness, splatting on the deck and flattening flowers.
I know I’m an oddity, but I like rain. I like watching it, listening to it, even walking in it. Maybe it has something to do with having lived so much of my life within scenting distance of the ocean and its wind-borne mist.
There’s nothing to equal the freshness of rain-washed air. This first morning of August is off to a great start.
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I went for a run in our rain-washed air this morning and ended up down at the beach (imagine that!). It was a lovely start to August. 🙂