I always thought that in California we had all seasons except for winter. I mean the summer is nice and hot, and it lasts a bit longer than summer in most other places. Then autumn comes and really that lasts through December, and for me I feel like winter is just a slightly colder spring, which leads back into summer. Oh how mistaken I was. Bordeaux actually has springtime showers and warm thunderstorms. It is currently pouring and thundering but I am in shorts with my windows open. It’s not half as muggy as the south in the United States though which is a plus. The weather here alternates between sunny and hot to muggy to rain rain rain and then back up to sunny and hot again. I love it because in SoCal I feel like we get very few of those summer storms, with the lightning and the thunder and the odd animal behavior. There is something so calming about sitting in the quietness of your house, just listening to the rainstorm pass over you. You can see the sky clearing to the west, and you know that in fifteen minutes the world will come out to play again in the sunshine. Parcs will be bustling, people will begin preparing their dinners; the weekend will have started. But for now you sit, anticipating the next loud shock of thunder, watching the rain as it falls on the rooftops. This is no sprinkle of rain either, it is a veritable downpour of expectant drops that pitter patter along the roof tops like children on Christmas. Basking in the moment, smelling the fresh breeze as it blows all of the smoke, smog, and mugginess of the week out of your city, you know that in it’s place there will be a new air that will linger in the quarters, bringing a freshness to the city in preparation for what is to come.
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