Raced home from work to greet these rumbling cells, barreling in from the west. Windows open now, up in the hills, to the smell of rain. Quiet but for thunder rolling north. For the moment, whatever else happened today doesn’t matter.
Precursor to the monsoons, maybe. Seems like those come from the southeast.
Cooper not as anxious as usual, despite the thunder and lightning. He’s in the office closet now, behind me, but not panting and staying put.
dream ranch 