I notice a certain smell...hear a certain sound.
YES!!! Yes, it is a summer storm!
I run outside, head back, arms spread wide.
Raindrops the size of loose pocket change.
First one, then a few...then many pound the pavement, pound the brown earth. The flash of light warns me. The crack of thunder fills me. The scent of rosemary holds me.
There is nothing, and I mean Nothing like a summer thunderstorm!
They zoom and feed and fly right by me, buzzing loudly.
They seemed to love the fresh rain air as much as I do!
Photos by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012