After the rain has fallen...

the soil is wet and new flowers appear.

Sometimes stronger than before; as they fight their way through the asphalt.

I love the sensation of soft summer rain on my skin. 

There is something magical about thunderstorms in the heat of the summer. It is as if nature contradicts itself... the way the sky opens up to the heavens above. It leaves you with a feeling that everything is possible. In this very moment, if you want it bad enough, it is yours to redeem. 

There is something so naive about it. So pure. So fragile, as the cool raindrops mix with the salty sweat glistening on your skin. 

And yet, the thunderstorms leave you stronger...

The fragility gives you the ability to grow stronger.

I love soft summer rain.