my favorite word is

wish.

storms

i love storms.  especially in the summer.  being from a desert, they seem so decadent and are always answered prayers.  i have been in salt lake for the first time this summer, and, therefore, have missed an awesome monsoon season at jacob lake, which i'm pretty sad about.

there's nothing like seeing those black clouds roll in.

waiting, sometimes for days, to see if they have enough in them to actually bring the water, or if they're only show.

watching as it slowly makes its way to you:

and then loving every minute of it when the rain does come.

there's something singular about the stillness that falls, muting the light, stifling the sound, magnifying the smell that i identify with grey until that grey is spilling from the sky, scenting the ponderosas with vanilla.  

nothing i know of beats a good summer storm.  except, perhaps, the sunsets that follow.

(thanks, melindie, for the pics.  they wrote this for me.)