I look out the window – the sky is turning an eerie gray-green and the clouds are moving fast. Startled – wasn’t it clear just a minute ago? – I go out the back door, mesmerized by the change in the clouds. A storm is coming. I CHASE a few items across the yard that have been whipped up by the wind. I watch as the leaves are churned like lettuce in the SALAD spinner. It starts sprinkling, so I dash back inside. Then it hits – the heavy rain, the waves of water in the street and on the roof. I can’t resist the urge to step onto the porch. I SAVOR the moment: the smell of the rain, the drop in temperature, the overwhelming power of a summer storm.

Georg’ann