I wish it would rain

I'm sitting here looking out the window and wishing it would rain. Really pour down so I could hear the hard pounding on my roof. I'm missing that right now. I don't know why. I like the slick sound cars make on wet streets. I want to be caught out in a downpour again running for a doorway, laughing at my folly of forgetting my umbrella again. I always leave the damn thing in the car.

One time we were grocery shopping and as we were checking out the skies let loose with the hardest rain I think I've ever seen. In a matter of minutes the Skagway parking lot was a shallow lake and the rain hurt when it hit our skin. Careening through the lot wildly with the cart we through the bags in the trunk and got in the car as fast as we could. But even then were were soaked through. Visibility was zero and I didn't think I could even manage the short drive to my house. So I drove two blocks to my mother's and waited out the fierce storm.

It was amazing.

When it does finally rain here I love to lie in bed and just listen to it hitting the building. It's so soothing. And when there's thunder and lightning with it I feel a thrill. We have a lovely view of the sky from here and when its filled with bright flashes of lightning bolts that it's like a strobe light we like to prop ourselves in front of the window, sip some tea and enjoy the show.

I've never been able to explain my love for rainstorms and I get strange looks when I perk up at the sight of rain. People around here seem to worship the sun and think life is shit unless the sun's boring down on us. I know I've talked about this subject before but tonight, I seem to really be missing the rain. It seems like such a long time since we enjoyed a good storm.