It's been a warm day. Maybe a little hot. Hayfever has been terrible. But now the weather is changing. A little cooler. The wind has changed. I look up. It's getting dark. A storm is coming. Jack is going a little crazy cause we can hear thunder in the distance. I love a good storm. We finish up our weeding that we are doing in the garden. We feel the first drops of rain. We rush inside.
The rain stops. The clouds are going around the house. Thunder stops. Jack settles down. There is no storm. It's back to being muggy. I'm still sneezing. It's disappointing. No storm at all.
I do love a good storm......