RAIN:
The smell as it hits the hot ground. The magic as the sky turns grey and expect it any minute to let go and pour. When your in a house with a tin roof, and it sounds like a huge storm and the gift it brings as you snuggle closer to the ones' you love. The way a city, town, everything around you is in a glum state of being and gives you an excuse to do the same and stay in bed a little longer. The puddles it brings and nothing holding you back from being a kid and jumping and splashing in them. How safe and secure I feel when its pouring inside, my dim light on my night-stand and feeling cherished as I watch the raindrops slide down my window.
FIRE:
The smell of real burning wood. Makes your home cozy, warm, even when its freezing and hellish outside. It gives you a reason to stay on the couch, to turn on some Nat King Cole and drink hot coffee with extra creamer. I put my pillow up near the warmth and when its nice and hot run to my freezing room to sleep. Fire means Christmas to me, which I love. The idea of having a fire, Christmas music and a lighted Christmas tree all together in one room fills my heart with the most pure jubilance and heaven I could ever want. To me it means family, and invitation to get together and sit around the warmth. If that isn't bliss I am not sure what is.
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