Rain brings forth detailed memories of childhood. The grey sky conjures figure eights on two wheels and "The world is ending, the world is ending" exploding from my mouth. I wished that everyday could be grey and rainy. Oh how the world would be different. No more intensely oppressive Florida sun using my brain for a punching bag. No more sweat rolling down my face. I craved the intoxicating smell of dirt that saturated the air. As soon as it hit my nostrils my body tingled as if the rain penetrated the skin. The excitement that came with precipitation and lack of UV rays was one of a kind. I'm not sure if it was the weather or the doom's day games that got me so psyched, but I would bet it was a little bit of both.
