Thanks, Barry

Umbrellas.

Windshield wipers.

Puddles.

Green, yellow and red. These are the colors on the Dopplar radar.

The sound of rain on the roof in the middle of the night.

Return of the rain gauge.

The sound of people squealing with delight over dark clouds and thunderclap.

A chorus of frogs outside my patio door, soothing their parched throats and voices.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Thank you, Barry.

You are my all-time favorite storm.