It's perfect.The sky is the orangish-purple of light pollution reflecting off of the clouds. Air rumbles gently as the rain. Occasionally the entire sky lights. I can hear a thousand bits of condensation hitting the ground, leaves, windows. I went outside and jumped in the puddles and noticed the feeling of being rained on. I stuck my tongue out and let the fresh drops hit it. I took deep breaths, smelling the wet earth and all the greenery smiling at nourishment. crAck!kkkrgmmmmm..r.r... the sound travelling through all the clouds...I'm so glad to have had a thunderstorm on my last night in Amerika. I know I will miss rain. And, yes. Snow and ice and hail as well. I hope it rains all day tomorrow.
To think, if I had been responsible and done my papers on time there's a good chance I'd be sleeping right now.
Three down. One to go.
