I miss

    I do love the snow. I'm excited for the forecast of a blizzard. Yet I really miss the rain. I miss the feel of it, the smell and the sight of it. I miss the rain drops falling to earth, and bouncing off of me. I miss the warm light showers to the cold painful ones that sting. I miss the smells of freshness and life. It's like mother earth wipes the slate clean to begin again. I miss the chance of doom written in the clouds. Their many shades of gray swirling together. Rolling across the skies like an avalanche no one can escape. I miss the flashes of light from the bolts reaching through the heavens. Resembling branches and roots of a tree growing further outwards from the base. The boom of thunder that echos through the land, shaking the earth. The thrill from the sound. I miss the uncertainty of the possibility of tornadoes and the adrenaline rushed threat of them. I really do miss the rain.