So there's a storm brewing here...
I love the smell, the edge felt in the air. Granted, I miss the storms back home in Texas.
With those you had that twinge of danger, a rumbling of fear in the pit of your stomach. My hands would sweat and get clammy as the clouds would rotate, forming a huge, black circle over the area. I hate to admit, I miss the imminent threat of tornadoes. It made life a bit exciting.
Regardless though, I do enjoy an impending storm. Even if it doesn't fully form, I can sit and enjoy the gusts of wind, watch the trees and blossoms get flung around furiously in them.
This is inspiration, right here. Now if I could jus