The distant crackle of thunder on a dark starless night and the noisy patter of raindrops hitting the roof and the dirt. You can smell it, that old familiar earthy scent. You can’t help but breathe in the thick, moisture-laden air. Lungs receive the rich brew, and senses recognize the familiarity of the scent. The force of falling droplets brings a welcome cooling breeze. But when all is said and done, the night remains a sauna, and even watching under cover, you find the skin remains clammy, and hair and clothing cling.
Inspiration: I Love a Rainy Night, Eddie Rabbitt
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