water water everywhere

It's raining. Honest-to-gosh raining, dark and cold, veiling the world in mist and drizzle. Stepping out the door this morning, into the cold and wet and soft wind, I felt utterly renewed. I hadn't realised how unbearably dry August has been until now. I've been waiting my whole life for this rainstorm.

I spend so much of summer focused on knowing that fall comes immediately after. Tonight, I felt cold outside for the first time in months. It was awesome, and I felt a sense of physical possibility and movement towards something.
--fuzzyamy

The early-morning sense that anything could happen. The curious unmistakeable hiss of wet tires on wet asphalt as headlights grow large and rush past. (All cars are grey in the dark.) The quiet communion with a world poised and ready for . . . something.

Feeling the wind rise up tonight, I remember how much I love the feel of a storm arriving . . . One way or another, everything is going to be cleansed in the aftermath.
--baranoouji