5.27.15 AS the winds blew dramatic dark clouds across the land, the first summer storm

Were it not for the rabid mosquitoes, why I'd be out there, on my back, as the small quick rain fell and the winds blew the dramatic dark clouds across the land.


A beautiful thunder storm, the weather front zipping through the neighborhood, bestowing it's small sprinkling of rain, something being better than nothing, of course.

The hawks are chirping in delight, as the thunder shakes the house, the sound pounding down across the small mountain range, the deluge of waters pouring upon everything. What a moment to celebrate, the drinking of the land.