This scares me, more than anything.

And all this time, I'd forgotten how much it does.

It's raining in the most peculiar way in Berkeley today. It's falling like it's not falling. The fresh smell that rain brings was everywhere in the air, that smell that only happens when the earth is wet, when the pavement turns a shade or two darker, when only the tip of your nose gets wet.

Why can't it always rain like this.