yesterday was one of those hellatiously hot days - oh really - not hellatiously hot like in iraq for instance where it's like 120 by 10 am, or even hellatiously hot like in vegas where it was 110 by 8 am - nope, this was eastern oregon hellatiously hot and the thing is, it smelled so good: heat, wheat, rain, clouds (yes, it's true you CAN smell clouds) and the pure hope of storm relief...
this storm built and the wind was awesome blowing dramatically through the prairie...kicking tumbleweeds around and even ferociously pulling at tall thistles until THEY went flying...a cloud of dust enveloped our dancers the hills and lightning struck with infinite precision...was it a tornado like the Dorothy and Toto adventures? No, but oh the sheer power of these winds were awesome.
What I LOVE about summer storms is this: it gets hellatiously hot and heavy - muggy and miserable - the clouds gather in dramatic force and then the storm happens - wind, lightning, rain, more wind, dust, a plethora of hot miserable moments and WHAMThe sun comes out and it's just beautiful and CLEAR and the air has been cleansed...
Dare I say it again? NOT ONE DAY GOES BY THAT I AM NOT IN WONDROUS GRATEFULNESS FOR HAVING BEEN BROUGHT HOME...
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