Had our first, what felt like at least, summer thunderstorm tonight.
There’s nothing I love more than a summer storm. The lullaby of distant thunder rolling. The smell of rain hanging in the air. The steam coming off the hot asphalt after the rains have rolled through. The refreshing feeling a storm leaves, washing away the heat and sticky humidity that had been there before the storm.
Its times like these that make me miss home. Sitting on our front porch watching the storms roll in, being completely consumed by the sound of the rain hitting the ground, and the breezy mist blowing all around me.
Not to mention the hopeless romantic in me dreaming of the perfect kiss in the rain, sweeping me off my feet.