There's just something about a good spring thunderstorm that gets me going. The air just feels more alive before, during, and after.
As I was standing at my door waiting for my dinner to cook and watching the rain begin, a cat raced across my patio. He stopped on my doorstep and looked up at me for a moment, as if to say "Hey, what's up? How are you?" and then scurried on about his way, presumably to get home before the rain falls. Such a happy little moment. Thanks little cat! I hope you got home before the torrent began!