Rain.
Lots and lots of rain.
The best thing about rain is the smell.
It smells fresh and clean, always bringing about an earthly smell whenever it falls.
It can be slow or fast.
When it's fast, you want to run for cover quickly and when it's slow, you can take your time drinking in the sweet serenity of the raindrops.
When it leaves puddles, don't be afraid to jump in them - for it's the little things in life that being great joy.

Where there's rain, there's usually a thunderstorm.
The sky becomes darker than it was before, raindrops fall faster and harder, and lightening strikes.
Lightening lights up the sky in vivid colors, engulfing clouds in pure white.
The instant it strikes, it's gone again.
If you see lightening strike, count how many times you hear the thunder following - that usually tells how far away it is.
When lightening strikes a tree, it douses the surrounding area in a bright white light.

Wind is usually blustering and drifting - blowing everything in its path.
When it hits you, it's cold and sharp causing you to find warmth on your jacket - no matter how thin it may be.
Leaves whip all around you; creating a whirlwind of red, yellow, and orange.
The trees whistle as the wind goes past them.
They creak and sway, threatening to fall over at any moment.
Yet, somehow, they don't.
As if they know what happens when they do.

Sometimes, during a storm, snow and hail might even fall.
Blanketing the ground with pure, untouched, white.
No snowflake is the same, yet they encompass everything they touch with their beauty.
Wherever you step, a mold it perfectly formed.
The snow leaving a lasting impression of your footprint.
When hail comes, it pelts whatever it touches.
Leaving bruises and nicks across the ground.
Hail is just balls of ice wanting a piece of the storm.

After the storm comes the calm.
The saying may be 'the calm before the storm,' but it should be 'the calm after the storm.'
It's also the most eerie.
Everything starts to die down; the rain, the wind, even the clouds start to clear up.
Any evidence of the storm that happened moments ago, non existent.
All that's left is the debris, abandoned by the wind.
The sun comes out, melting any remaining snow or hail.
It also dries up the puddles from the rain.