Other than that one bit of excitement, and a glimpse of a rainbow when the storm was ending, the day was predictably dull. Sadly, a magazine was delivered and as I had not gone out to the mailbox before the storm hit it got soaked, thanks to the inappropriate flip-top mailboxes the boneheads who flipped this place had installed. Flipping idiots. The magazine will dry out eventually, but will forever be crinkly and will have many pages disfigured by patches of smeared ink.
But ruined magazine aside, I'll soon be missing the rain. Today's forecast is predicting a high of 100 degrees for May 27, and three days in the nineties leading up to it. Only a few mild days left, and then it looks like summer arriving too soon. The thought of it depresses me. Right now I'm going to go outside and sit in the chill night for a while before I sleep, just to store up a few memories for the long, hot days ahead.