Kentucky Rain.

There is something about Kentucky rain.  Something that I can't exactly put my finger on. 

Not just the rain.  The summer rain.  The hot, pouring summer rain.  It's a mix of color and sound that evokes the senses.  Kentucky rain is emotional.  The thunder, lightening...the sweeping flow of water banging every which way, a random downpour against the grey sky. 

The sky.  The Kentucky sky during a thunderous upheaval of water is completely different from anything I have ever experienced.  The pure grey color is so rich and beautiful, yet frightful in its gloom.  But it's not dark.  It's amazingly bright...the most wonderous color of charcoal, with a hint of shine.

When I least expect it, an utterly suprising and deafening smash roars through the atmosphere.  The thunder rips through the sky with such noise and confidence it could knock even the most conceided person off his pedistal and into a humble bow.  It vibrates through my whole body.  I feel its strength.

Kentucky rain is emotional.  It comes and goes as it pleases, with little warning.  Its mood varies from light to ferocious, anxious and uneasy to cocky and garish. 

There's just something about Kentucky rain.  Summer Kentucky rain.  I just can't put my finger on it...