The first rain in a long summer gives a different feeling. Not exactly a happy one but I’m quite glad to finally see the water run through the pavement, wet the roads, freshen the leaves.
And I always love the smell. The sense of wet ground which reminds me of a village life. I went outside my office room only to watch the water fall from the roof and smell the watered ground and leaves. It’s so beautiful.
The first rain in the summer days. It decreases the temperature down, of a hot afternoon, of a burning mind, of a broken heart.
Now it gives a cool air after some minute rain. Cool enough to start an evening with a glass of hot coffee. I’ve had one during the day but I think my heart is ok to accept another cup.
My mind is now cool enough to start writing. Don’t you feel the same that often I can’t concentrate when the weather is over heated. Now it is calming down this evening. So is my heart.
