A little bit f rain

Anyone who follows me knows that I am fussy about weather.  I hate being cold, I hate the wind, I love the rain and I love the fall.  We, on the High Plains, have had a heck of a spring and summer.  Spring brought horrific winds, but no rain.  We have had hay shortages and crispy pastures.  But in the past couple of weeks, we did have some rain. 
One night, as I sat in the cozy comfort of the Shabby Sheep Yarn Shoppe, it started to rain.  We laughed, this couldn't be, we had forgotten what rain was like!  It would sprinkle and then stop.  Honestly, water falling from the sky?  Santa Claus, yes.  Rain, no.
So, when we left the shop, after cookies and crafting, imagine my surprise when I encountered a full fledged High Plains thunderstorm.  Serious rain pelting down, a temperature differential that had to be at least 20 degrees, lightening flashing across the sky and thunder shaking my very bones.  I crawled home, my out of use wipers not even making a clean sweep in the rush of water on the glass.  Lightening, more than headlights, lit my way home.

The sweetest surprise was the next morning.  All of the rain had run off to our northeastern corner of our pasture.  I had, long ago, promised the children that we would play in the mud after the first rain.  We made good on that.

and how was your day?