30 minutes ago
It is raining right now. That steady noise of raindrops on the rooftops that comes through my open window, the wind howling through my apartment and the thunder cracking ever now and then, so loud that you can't hear your own voice. I love this kind of weather. I am not scared. For me it feels like home, like warmth, like security. Some of my favourite memories constist of thunderstorms. That one time I ran home with my mom during a thunderstorm, both of us in summer dresses, getting wet to the bone. What I remember was when we got home we both got in our robes put our wet hair in towles and had hot chocolate. Or when we cooked outside on the porch while it was pouring raining with our friends, everyone wrapped in blankets cutting zucchini laughing because we had planned for BBQ. One time my over 80 year old greataunt was driving us home on a country road, no one was able to see the road it was raining so hard, but she kept saying "Don't worry I got this" and I have never felt saver. I like days like today, where the world outside collapses and I am in my room watching my favourite childhood movie and the only other thing I hear is the rain. I have always been a rain person and if I could bottle up any smell it would be this: the earth during a thunderstorm.