It's another hot August day here. We're hoping for some rain to break the spell.

There's nothing like the sound of it. I'm grateful for this house with no attic, just a rubber roof ten feet up like the skin of a drum, and gutters that slosh and rush with the torrent.

And the smell of newly wet pavement at the start of the storm, somehow more earthy than the earth, and rich with steaming comfort. And in the Summer, at least, worth the short walk down the driveway through the storm.