So, will these clouds burst?

All around are dark, heavy clouds.


Some have trailers that mean rain is up there; but, will it fall?


Temperature has dropped to 88.


And the air has that unnatural stillness that, at least in the mid-West, means a storm is about to arrive. Here? Unknown.

I'd love a late, really out of season, storm. Of course, I love storms most any time. But now particularly, to cool and clean the air, to give a little drink to parched soil and plants, and to give hope. Storms do that, I think. At the same time they are dropping rain, they are spilling hope and a sense of new beginnings onto we humans. So, I'm hoping. . . .