Fresh air is nice. Fresh air at night is especially nice. I like as many windows and doors open as possible. I do seem to sleep better.

Of course, it’s not the most desirable circumstances at 2 am when rain torrentialy falls, and all your windows and doors are open. You have to get up and close them. Then your realize your car windows are down. Then you gotta do a bunch of other stuff.

But whatever.

Rain does seem to clear the air. It does seem to make it fresher. For sure, it adds an element of coolness that you unequivocally notice in June in Texas, especially in the morning when you get up early.

And I like to get up early. I like to have strong, black, steaming French roast in the 5 o’clock hour. I like to feel coffee’s optimistic buzz while it’s still dark outside.

Then dawn comes. Black sky becomes dark blue, then purple, then pinkish. Then the birds start to sing. There is truly something optimistic about the morning before the sun rises. Maybe it’s just the coffee, but I don’t think so. I do think it’s the cool air, birds, and pastels – especially after the rain when the sky is cloudless – that promise your doings of the day will be in a prettiness.

How can you not love cool, late-spring mornings?

Then the sun starts to rise. Pink gives way to gold then to white. You know the coolness will give way to heat too.

But the emotions felt from that promise will linger in your body throughout the day.

And that’s nice.