The weather just always seems more breathable, lighter in a way.
And the air smells intoxicating.
It's rasberry time.
Do you know how wet rasberry leaves smell? It's indiscrapable.
The sky grew darker and darker, rain pouring down until I was completely drenched.
And it was wonderful.
And it was perfect.
All I could hear was the steady pace of my feet and the rain all around me.
And then a lightning cracks the sky open.