I love it when heat of a summer day's sunshine is relieved by dark clouds growing in the sky, emitting low, rolling thunder that echos at length off of surrounding slopes. Still, hot air graced by a fragrant, cool breeze at first provides a delightful mix of both temperature gradients. Then outflow from the growing storm shifts to cold gusts and a lightning strike on a western ridge warns me it's time to get inside.
First drops of rain are big and heavy, stinging a little when they strike bare skin. Another lightning strike, closer this time, convinces me it's time to heed the storm's warning. The rainfall soothes and intoxicates, inducing sleepiness every time. So to bed I go now to doze under a rain-pattered roof and, hopefully, dream a deep, ultra-vivid dream of strange quality.