Sunlight and driving rain sweep the streets clean, scrubbing the air, polishing the windows with fine raindrops that bead on the skin. The streetlights are cleared of their dull dusty films; reds and oranges finely burning, blues and whites that sear the back of your eyelids. Winter coats are once again shaken out of their deep closets, looking slightly rumpled and surprised, like lost seabirds looking for other shores than these. The sky is alive with vast, rolling weatherfronts.
I like it here.