I am in need of a good thunderstorm... something definitive. Rolling thunder, dark dark, real rain...
Barring that, in the twilight of yet another pearly gray shadowless damp warmishsticky coolishclammy whattheheckdoIwear kind of day, I am eating a bowl of oatmeal with pumpkin pie spice, brown sugar and half a pint of organic blueberries that I know I should have washed but didn't.
Once upon a time I lived in Seattle for a year, and during that year, I prayed PRAYED for real rain. It was lovely, green, verdant, but perpetually misty. Moisture just was, it never actually fell. A bunch of months into it, I wished for thunder, for rain, for a downpour.
I've gotten wimpy: it's only been a few days of this gray, and even as a nature lover, I find this flatlighted humidity more than somewhat oppressive.