When the rain comes

I was over at a friend’s house tonight having a cozy conversation about writing when a sudden shower drummed against the window. We both got a little excited and happy that the rain had come. And then when I stepped outside a little later, and the rain had already ended, it left the air so clean and cold and smelling great.

Also, I’m feeling lucky that the guys painting my house just finished this week. So let it rain!

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