Getting to wake up to a very infrequent thunderstorm is one of my favorite things. The fact that it has happened only a few times in my life makes an event like this even more spectacular. I woke up this morning to the smell of Petrichor, only slightly disappointed that I had missed the actual storm (as the audio is only slightly second best to the scent). I lay in bed and savored the cool, fragrant air, content with this long-awaited surprise. An hour or so later, my backyard looked like this.

School starts tomorrow and life gets even more hectic. So glad to have this one last hurrah before getting into it all...