Standing at the rain line

I was outside today when a thunderstorm approached from the north.  I could easily hear the edge of it moving, because I could match the landscape with the sounds it was making from one moment to the next.

It moved a foot or two per second until it got just short of me, and then paused.  It was delightfully bizarre.  I was exactly at the end of it.  I could see and hear torrents of rain just ten feet in front of me, and I wasn’t even getting sprinkles.  I savored the moment, and went inside when the fat drops eventually did start hitting me.

It’s been a largely miserable summer weatherwise, but I certainly enjoyed about three minutes of it this afternoon.

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3 thoughts on “Standing at the rain line”

  1. Love the smell of rain! Guess it comes from living in AZ where rainfall in the summer is very sparse, so just the smell of it is intoxicating. Hope that you get some at your house today.

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  2. I didn’t get the ozone smell because I was too close to the water, I think. The smells it was physically churning up were stronger.

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