Grey

I think one of the most things I miss about living in New York is the weather, but particularly this - In the summer around late August there's a thunderstorm season. Walking around outside right before a coming storm, everything around me is grey. The wind blows like crazy bringing in a rare chill amidst what would otherwise be a stifling humidity. You start to hear the thunder roaring loud and clear as the sky starts to flash violently, and you know that the downpour is coming. Everything is grey, and you are powerless against the wrath of nature. I think it is one of the most amazing feelings in the world.