Waking to heavy loud rain, and low rumblings, after the hottest day is just the most satisfying, glorious magic.

It was early. The house was asleep. I crept into the lounge to sit and watch the downpour, to breathe in that Petrichor, and to feel that sweet gentle breeze upon my face.

In that moment, I felt so much.
Seeing.
Being.
Alive.