I’ll be damned, it’s actually raining out. A heavy rain, blowing almost straight north and 45 degrees to the ground. This is cool because I can open the window and watch it (normally the rain blows pretty much right into my apartment if I open the windows). There’s really nothing like the smell of a summer rainstorm – all that filth being cleansed away. I probably shouldn’t think too hard about what it is I’m actually breathing in, living downtown across the street from a giant construction site. So much for my poetic waxing. Anyways, it’s nice. I sorta wanted to run out and play in it.