I started keeping an eye on the sky at about 4:30 yesterday in hopes that all the forecasts might actually hold some small treasure of truth and that a good old Summer storm was on its way.
AH got home about 7:30 and by that time the tv weather guys were predicting 60 mph winds and hail so we went out and battoned down the hatches.
And finally, after months of waiting, it stormed. We stood on the back deck and just let it rain. Sam even chased the ball a few times, invigorated by the cool rain. It was glorious. Once back in the house we ran like children from window to window. In the front the rain fell in sheets against the pavement and was blown up the street in waves. We watched a little toad hop out from under the bushes and sit in the growing puddles, just letting it rain on his head. When the wind got too strong he hopped back to shelter. We heard the hail pound against the back windows and ran there to watch it bounce on the grass. Later we lay in bed listening to the thunder. It was so beautiful.
I don't know how much rain we actually got...certainly not enough, but every little bit helps. My poor sister is without power with no idea when it might be restored. The ying and yang of life.