the sweet sound of rain

[bonny_kate]

A week or two ago it rained, but I use that word lightly, because there was not even enough rain to get my car properly muddy. But it smelled like rain, and it made me long for rain, because after England, it seems so dry and dead here. Before I left for England, the mountains seemed golden, but when I first came back, they just seemed dead after the beautiful green of the rolling hills (now they seem suede). I miss that green, and I miss the rain, for it rained, if not every day, nearly every day that we were there. It cleaned the air and cleaned the colors of the very flowers. One thing that I should like to have done in England, but was stopped by the impracticality, was to stand in the rain, and dance in the rain, until I was soaked quite through. I want to stand in the rain, a nice, warm sort of rain, and get absolutely sopping wet, because I haven't done it in ever so long, and it would be just lovely (part of the loveliness is in coming in and getting dry after, of course). I miss, at least a little, the rain and the green and the clean air and clean, clear, vibrant colors of England. The greens were so brilliant, and the flowers were much larger, and the air was much cleaner than the poor, smoky, smoggy, dusty air here. I wish it would rain.