There was a fierce storm brewing when I left work this evening. The sky to the east was full of monstrous, white, gorgeous thunder heads. I wanted them to be behind me, over the mountains, ready to roll over Fort Collins...I love a good summer storm...but, sadly, those thunder heads continued east and have opened up over the plains.
We could use the rain; our forests and our firefighters could use the rain. But, my want for that storm isn't to be interpreted as anything other than selfish tonight: I want my summer storm. I want to watch the lightening streak across the sky. I want the air to smell like rain. And I want fall asleep to the sound of rain drops hitting the pavement.
There is the smell of rain in the breeze coming in through my open windows. I hear rumbling thunder and every so often, for a split second, the sky turns purple and the foothills are illuminated by lightening. It's not quite the summer storm I'm craving, but it'll do for tonight.