Maybe tomorrow it'll rain...

I want stormy weather. I want the air to be warm and thick, and I want a whisper of a breeze to build up just enough that it lifts the hair off my neck and shoulders when I stand in the yard. I want the sky covered, I want dark, low clouds to hover above me; I want them to burst with rain. I want to be drenched, and then I want to go to bed with the window open, listening to the tapping of the water and to hear thunder in the distance as I fall asleep.