I love rainy days. Always have. Anybody who can't appreciate rain has never lived in a drought. Or in Texas in the summer.
This afternoon, I went outside and sat on my porch, on the ground, and just listened and smelled and watched as the rain poured down. I can't remember the last time I was able to just sit and soak up the rainy atmosphere.
The dripping sound as pools of liquid on the ground are shot with drops from the sky. The faint crackle of rain on leaves. The feel of the spray- a light mist covering my face and clothes. The tangible drop in temperature. And the smell. That's my favorite. Everything is fresh and clean.
For me, rain means a fresh start. I don't know why, but it is. Rain is hope. Rain is a promise of life to come- because rain will make the flowers and the pumpkins and the trees and the grass in our yard grow.
Today, it was a promise fulfilled, as Kristin got her confirmation call that she officially has the job in Bryan.
I love rainy days.
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