The smell of rain

There's a light drizzle outside as dormitory residents say farewells, pack up, and head home. The smell of the rain is fantastic. I just want to sit on a bench and read a book or just take it all in. It being the smell of the rain, the end of freshman year, and all that I have learned here. 


I am in love with the rain. Thunderstorms, the gloom, the rain drops, and the amazing green that the world becomes. Don't get me wrong, I am a sunshine fan for sure, but a nice rain is just right sometimes. There is no thunder or lightening happening right now. It is a quiet, peaceful rain as campus slows down and the hallways, usually full of hustle, bustle, and screaming also calm down.


When I'm at home I like to sit on the porch during storms. I always walk out there and my Dad is already sitting there with his blanket just looking at the rain. Like father like daughter I guess.

I think I'll go back outside and just breath for a minute.