Driving to work today, the air was charged with the energy of an impending rain shower. The sky was light grey, with spots of white where the sun was trying to peek through.
One of the first things I noticed was the mini-tornado of pink flower petals that swirled through the parking lot of our apartment complex. It was stunning and unexpected. The air was warm, but the wind was picking up quickly.
I love the first few minutes before the rain starts on days like this. Summer showers tend to happen that way. A few distant rumbles of thunder, a more insistent wind, and that tiny instant of panic that you get when you’re outside and you know the storm’s coming. I don’t know if this is left over from our days living as nomads, or if we carry this panic with us from childhood when we’re rushed indoors from playing outside as soon as the raindrops begin. Either way, the moment wouldn’t be as exciting if it wasn’t for the tiny panic that courses through your veins.