Summer rain

The rain is tinkling down my window. But it’s not the sound that I love the most about summer rain, it’s the smell. Oh hells, it’s the most delicious smell.

I only know that because I pause to pay attention.

Pause. Breathe. Take this second in. It won’t happen in this way ever again. You’re one of the few people in history who got to experience it. You’re so fucking lucky!