I love the smell of summer rain and sound of summer thunder. Even though it isn’t yet summer (it’s barely spring), the recent hot weather we’ve experienced in the UK would lead many people to think otherwise. But it had to break at some point. Rumbles are happening, and even though they are far away, the excitement of a thunderstorm builds anticipation.
Earlier today it rained a little too, and it had that warm, musty smell to it. Rain should always smell like that. It should also always be heavy. There is little more soothing than the beating of rain on a tin roof, or on canvas. One day, I’ll own a house with a veranda, and when the showers begin, Ill sit outside with a cuppa and just watch the water pour down. Bliss.