Weather I like When someone asks me about my best experience with weather, I usually I don’t know how to tell them an early experience of mine. I was around 7-8 years old when it happened. At home, I and my family lived in a detached house with a wide, open terrace and a big, pretty garden. We had a lot of fruit trees, flowers and a few small buildings for the sheep and dogs. It was a hot summer day when I went outside to pick some apricot (or almond, perhaps). The sun shined bright and I remember, I quickly started to sweat. Nothing moved, it was one of those days when you feel like you live in some really dry and deserty part of the world. I walked down from the terrace and run to the tree of my choice (apricot or almond?). While I was squishing the fruit to determine if it’s ripe enough, I noticed that the sky has had changed. There were a lot of ugly, blackish clouds not so far away. I quickly picked some fruit and walked back to the house. I was on the terrace when the phenomena happened. The hot air started to blow and the garden got alive. Everything was moving, the grass, the little wildflowers and the much bigger cultivated ones, the trees and the dust as the storm approached. The temperature dropped suddenly and the wind got stronger. It intensified while the clouds arrived above me and little raindrops started to fall. And this, this just before the storm is my favourite weather.