There's something so sweet about a fresh rain and all the cleansing it brings along with it. The smell, the sight, the feel. It's contagiously rejuvenating and good for the soul. Being lucky enough to experience a down pour in Arizona is something that's precious to us as we aren't graced with those small moments frequently.

Saturday night was one of those moments. A moment I wanted to embrace and run to with arms wide open. The sweet smell of a clean rain and sight of puddles had me itching for a calming, exciting night with hubs.

We hopped in the truck, went old school with me in the middle seat, his arm wrapped tightly around mine and we drove. Rolled the windows down, blasted the tunes and drove. There's nothing like those moments. I mean, nothing. I had two sweet things I enjoy and appreciate grasped tightly in my hands. Time with my husband and the beauty of a fresh rain.

I'm feeling blessed by this small gesture from the Big Guy above. We Arizonans never know how often our rain will be or how long it will last even in the monsoon season. So I'm happy, content and feeling even closer to my hubs after this quiet, relaxing night of driving together.