Smells like rain

There's something so sensuous about a rain storm. The sound of rain pittering on the roof, slowly growing in strength until the deafening roar of the storm's full force. If you listen carefully, you can hear each individual drop hitting dirt, the pavement, the roof, the windows. Thunder rolls in slowly, a deep rumble felt in the depths of your chest. As the storm advances, the thunder is sharper, a whip snapping over your head. I love watching the lightening spread across the sky, webbing out lasting for mere seconds. The heavens light up as bright as day, only for the light to be extinguished so immediately. I love the smell right before a storm, the air is heavy, saturated with the smell of the oncoming moisture. It smells fertile.