Storm Cell

As is so often the case, early evening brings storm cells moving quickly across the lake. The hot weather breeds storms; just like it shortens tempers, spoils food and brings out the biting bugs. The brief but mighty mountain storms bring respite. That wee boat in the foreground is about to get very wet.

I rather like these short bursts of energy...these sweeping rains that momentarily slosh across the landscape, the lightning strikes and booming thunder that shakes you to your roots. Somehow, I feel like it's when the earth was in its infancy....a regeneration of life and spirit. While others huddle under eaves, I sometimes stand face-up to its splendor. I know behind the storm is a gathering of golden summer sun. I learned to dance in the rain long ago.