The view from my kitchen window... rain. The very smell of it sends flashes of my childhood rushing through my head. How we would play in that rain. Always it would come on a hot Texas afternoon... after we had been playing for a good portion of it. The clouds would roll toward us and in the distance we would here the first crackles of thunder. As the clouds and booming got closer we would anticipate the first droplets hitting our dirty faces, then rolling down leaving behind a clean path from their journey. Then more and more drops would fall and we would laugh in delight. No coaxing from our mamas would get us inside... not this afternoon. We would spin round, arms outstretched and faces lifted toward the sky. Our tongues hanging out trying to catch a drop or two. And each time the thunder rolled we would jump out of our skins. I miss those days.
We don't get rain storms like that up here in Canada. Very seldom do the clouds crackle and boom.We get rain... but it always seems so much softer here. Just like everything else, which is nice. But sometimes, I just want to be right in the middle of a thunder boomer.