Rain

There is nothing quite like staring up the face of an approaching thunderstorm. Truly awe-inspiring and humbling.

When said storm hit, I was folding clothes in my living-room with the last track of The Fountain soundtrack playing, a simple piano solo, and the sound of the rain and occasional thunder was wonderfully atmospheric. I love rain; not only for its nourishing and cleansing symbolism, but for the sense of peace it brings.

Thunderstorms would be one of the few things I enjoy about summer.