The sound of the rainfall
The freshness of the scent, I could feel it in my lungs. My heart beat at the sound of it falling tirelessly, resounding in my ears, making my soul quiver. The warmth of the sheets and the minty relaxation from the thought of it happening with hot coffee and a book in hand seated on the window sill staring as it stains the glasses and down the street, nothing is as refreshing. There is just something ecstatic and blissful about watching the rain flood the streets at night, the hustle and bustle, traffic jams, people moving with umbrellas, and crowded cafes. You get this settling feeling that you're home. The street lights glisten reflections from the flooded street, and the totally dark sky is illuminated by lightning at intervals. In the countryside, the soun d of crickets, the calm and gentle breeze as the trees dance with joy. The crackling sound from the fireplace burning with excitement to keep you warm with your blanket over your body. Nothing is as peacef...