Not just the scent of rain, I love the sound of rain. The tapping on the windows. The pitter patter on the roof. The splashing as it forms puddles in my flowerbeds.
I love the feeling of rain. The way it immediately cools the air around me. The way it falls on my head. I could pass on the wet socks, though.
I love the sight of rain. The way it darkens the world a little. The way colors pop when the sun comes back out. The way the flowers are always just a little brighter for having had a quick soak.
There is basically nothing for me not to love about the rain.
Except how folks in Atlanta drive in it… Rain is like moron-fuel on our roads.
Born to piss is cute
Like the scent of freshly cut grass, until you realize they produce it as a call of distress.
“I love the scent of freshly cut grass. Reminds me of the smell of napalm in the morning.”
Same! Another classic is
“it’s okay to be uncontrollably emotional today and to barely be able to order my coffee without bursting into tears”We’re just silly little humans 🥰
I love… lamp
But do you really love lamp or are you just naming things?
That sounds boring af.
