It was a beautifully rainy day. One of those days when at any moment the sky could open up and start pouring rain. Some people don't feel comfortable in a climate that is always sunny. It's kinda boring. It's like your favorite food. Do you like chocolate? Do you want to eat nothing but chocolate for 90 days? It's that 'too much of a good thing' thing. Thank god for the rainy days. I love listening to thunder. Watching lightning fork through the sky. I love the smell of rain when it first hits and starts coming down hard you can smell the blacktop searing under the cool raindrops. I like how it removes all the dust from the sky once it's over and everything is sodden and crystal clear. The very air seems to get out of the way of what you're looking at and everything gleams from having been washed clean. Like the earth has been slaked. I love when the sun comes out after a hard rain. It's like heaven itself is being delivered on golden bars of sunlight. When everything is wet and humid you can almost taste the vegetation in its wet revelry. When the smell of spice and fruit and wood and soil all mingle freely and loudly assert their presence. You can pick out each scent individually and inhale its perfume. I've actually hyperventilated a couple times on the motorcycle trying to take everything in as it passes. Like a dog does every time it can push it's nose through a crack in the car window.
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