I love it when it rains, when there’s a storm outside, when you can see the lightnings flashing on the walls and in the clouds and wait for the thunder to roll, when the noise resounds inside your chest and you can feel it in your bones.
I love the smell of the rain right before the storm hits, and the smell right after, when everything is slowly drying and small drops are falling from trees and leaves.
I’m a girl of the rain. I don’t mind the rain.
