I have this addiction to the smells and sounds just before a storm hits. The slowly creeping sound of thunder. Distant sounds of lightning. Strong breezes whistling through trees and cracks in the lightly creaking house. Alert animals sounding the alarm before the rain hits. Long grass fighting against everything to stay upright.
Heavy breezes welcoming the smell of the moisture in the air. Each and every plant and tree releasing an addicting aroma that takes over every nerve in your body. Your slightly racing heart beat preparing itself for the overwhelming storm.
As everything falls into place the first bits of rain begin to fall, hitting each leave on every tree. The pitter patter sounds of the first few drops knocking against the roof and windows.
Finally, the full force of nature hits. Thunder increasing. Lightning becoming brighter. Wind becoming more intense. Rain transitioning from the slight pitter patter to a loud wall of water attempting to knock down the already withered house. As the storm just begins the smell of the grass and dirt reaches its fullest, being the only smell your nose can identify.
This. This is the height of Mother Nature. The most powerful and strong she can be.
