Just rain

It's raining here. I'm watching it from my window at the office. I can see it coming down in front of the trees. It is beautiful.

One of the things I miss the most about Texas are the thunderstorms. I miss the way the storm rolls towards you across that huge sky, turning it yellow and black, the lightening cracking on the horizon and the charge of electricity in the thick heavy air, the smell of rain that you can taste on the back of your tongue and the booming heart stopping thunder.

Rain here is a quiet rain. No smell, no charge of electricity, no thunder, no lightening, just a wetness that oozes from a cloudy sky. Just rain.
-Chel