It trickled down my face and off my nose. That always made me slightly smirk as it tickled my nostrils on the way down. There's always something special about feeling that first drop. It's almost as if the sky is giving you a personal invitation to experience what inevitably lies ahead. The skies parted and drops of rain began to fall. Plop, plop, PLOP! they went all around me--precursors of what's to come. Then the gushing torrents began. The wind began to pick up speed and my hair began to fly in its wake. Thunder crackled and lightning flashed in the grey marble sky while small branches started to surrender to the wind and rain. I stood in my yard soaking it all up. I felt a drop trickle down my face and off my nose. I smirked.