The rain
Every heavy rain seems to have a personality. A distinct smell that usually brings on a great sense of nostalgia. Was lovely walking home in it last night, got drenched but the night was warm and it seemed every few hundred yards the scent in the water changed. Was a sensory scrapbook of memories. Had forgotten how much I enjoy walking in rain like that. Made the mud paint patterns on my face streak, only passed one person the entire way home but think it looked a little unnerving.