Rainstorms and Afternoon Naps
The other day Rob and I were walking home from lunch at the Thai restaurant in our neighborhood when I surprised myself by wishing for autumn. Charlotte has been muggy and hot and although I usually make it until the fourth of July before I start wishing the summer away, I really kind of meant it in that moment.
But then big, fat, cool raindrops started falling from the sky and thunder cracked off in the distance, and the warm sidewalks sizzled with that wet pavement smell that only happens in the spring and summer, and when we got home I peeled off my wet clothes and crawled under the covers of our unmade bed, listening to the rain come down until I fell asleep.
And I remembered that spring is full of a magic that can't be rushed.