Our screen door is open, letting in the rain's aroma - which has mixed in a beautifully lethal combination with the scent of warm brownies escaping from our oven. As I stare out my bedroom window, I see people running into their homes using textbooks and backpacks as some sort of necessary shield. You know, so they don't melt. Utah n00bs. As a former Arizonian, I think I need to teach this state how to properly do rainstorms.
*takes off shoes and runs outside*
[Currently listening: Lykke Li - Time Flies]