Exhilarating

 

I have a habit of throwing up the window and sticking my head out with the first audible pitter-patter of rain. I close my eyes and breathe deep that indescribable divine aroma that hangs heavily in the air as the rain first soaks into the earth. It's exhilarating. I sit here now with all three of my bedroom windows open, listening to the rainfall. On the windowsills, the trees, the street. But it wasn't long ago that I was standing on my patio, face and arms raised to the sky, letting myself be momentarily overcome by the senses. Shortly thereafter my sister joined me in recreating Liesl Von Trapp's joyous "Wheeeeee!" after she kisses Rolfe in the gazebo. It may be summer, but I ungrudgingly welcome this refreshment.