I was considering a bike ride this morning and stuck my head out the door to see what the weather was like. It was raining. I immediately thought, "Oh, I guess I can't go for a bike ride."
A few minutes later I was sitting. I could hear the raindrops hitting the carport, "ping, ping, ping." They sounded less like a warning than an invitation. I imagined the scent of rain rising off of the asphalt and the haze on the horizon and I wanted to be outside.
On my walk I noticed everything looked a little different than before, as if the shower provided a kind of renewal.
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