Do you ever sit in the middle of one season and wish for the weather found in another?
I'm not referring to the mere "I wish it was summer" when the thermometer is reading -3 degrees Fahrenheit. I mean the specific, memory-inducing type of weather that really only happens in a specific season. Things like the smell of leaves in autumn or the hollowed stillness of falling snow.
As I sit here, listening to the soft pings of freezing rain, I can't help but wrinkle my nose at the thought of the smell that will greet me tomorrow. Road salt mixed with sand, snow and dirt. Because of this unsavory anticipation, I find myself missing thunderstorms.
Nothing that would bring about high winds or property damage - just the warm humidity charged with the excitement that leads into the great rumbling claps of thunder and the delightful relief of pouring rain.
I'm not referring to the mere "I wish it was summer" when the thermometer is reading -3 degrees Fahrenheit. I mean the specific, memory-inducing type of weather that really only happens in a specific season. Things like the smell of leaves in autumn or the hollowed stillness of falling snow.
As I sit here, listening to the soft pings of freezing rain, I can't help but wrinkle my nose at the thought of the smell that will greet me tomorrow. Road salt mixed with sand, snow and dirt. Because of this unsavory anticipation, I find myself missing thunderstorms.
Nothing that would bring about high winds or property damage - just the warm humidity charged with the excitement that leads into the great rumbling claps of thunder and the delightful relief of pouring rain.