Blue Skies, A Little Fall of Rain

I found out I have a favorite type of weather.

That discovery was prefaced by my surprise when I walked out into it and immediately tried to wax poetic. Like, seriously, compose a poem about the weather. Oy. I left the library to walk home and the air was bright - it does that sometimes - in spite of the cluster of dark clouds over the mountain ahead to the right (interestingly, the mountain to the left was in sunlight) and the pale gray cover directly overhead. All around were swathes of blue sky, so it honestly was a little startling to walk out into the light and clear air AND feel a drizzle of raindrops! (I can't think of the right word. It was more than a smatter, but more distinctly raining than a 'drizzle' implies, except there were a whole bunch of miniature raindrops.) Anyway, I walked up the hill in fresh clean air, sunshine, and a wash of rain, all at the same time, and loved it. The breeze was just barely strong enough that the raindrops dried almost as soon as they fell - when I got home the only evidence I'd been out was that the hems on my jeans were damp.

It was invigorating, and marvelous, and I REALLY need a thesaurus. And to practice writing poetry.

And to find the right word for that kind of rain.

:-)

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