Storm

I like summer storms.* Well, as long as they don’t cause major damage to my house, car, or crops. Anyway, back to enjoying summer storms…

A summer thunderstorm sauntered past my house today, causing lots of noise and a little bit of rain. The sky was rumbling, prompting my son to say “THUNDER!” with awe in his voice after every roll from the sky. Soon BIG drops of rain started falling, slowly at first, then speeding up to a full downpour. The rain didn’t last too long; soon the cloud moved on to its next task. Mmmmm, the smell of the air after a rain is so fresh, so new. It’s the smell of starting over, of new beginnings. Everything is clean. The grass and flowers are freshly watered, ready to grow when the sun comes out. And come out it does, soon, to warm and dry the earth.









*The main reason I like summer storms is because my husband usually comes home during a storm because he can’t seed/spray/harvest in the rain. I really like my husband.