This is the second day in a row that Pocatello has been hit by afternoon thunderstorms.
It’s so delicious. I hope it rains until the rain turns to snow.
I feel so refreshed by this weather. My skin is drinking
the water straight out of the air like
a sort of artificial-molecular-cellular-respiration.
The storms are breathing life into the marrow of my bones.
I can hear the neighbor’s dog out crying on the front porch.
He’s afraid of thunder.
What a baby.