I miss the smell of rain.  I miss the way the hair on my arms stands on end the few moments before lightning strikes, a remnant and blessing and side-effect of getting struck by lightning when I was 17.  I miss the way the clouds look like they melt into the mountains when the first rains begin to fall.  I miss the eruption of thunder and I miss the way they all make life seem so much more vibrant.  Come back to me now.  Come back. Lightning Explosion On Marble Sky (via Tyler Knott Flickr)

I miss the smell of rain.  I miss the way the hair on my arms stands on end the few moments before lightning strikes, a remnant and blessing and side-effect of getting struck by lightning when I was 17.  I miss the way the clouds look like they melt into the mountains when the first rains begin to fall.  I miss the eruption of thunder and I miss the way they all make life seem so much more vibrant.  Come back to me now.  Come back.

Lightning Explosion On Marble Sky (via Tyler Knott Flickr)