Sweet Summer Rain

We – Debbie, me, and Spenser and Owen the wonder dogs – went out on the porch tonight and watched the storms roll in.    Spenser’s afraid of thunder and lightning and hid behind us, Owen sat before us, nose to the wind.   Even our dull human noses could smell the growing corn and the freshening rain.  The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled and the rain waved across the fields like curtains.  The wind was cool, after weeks of blistering sun it was delicious.

If there’s anything better than this, I don’t know what it is.