Every day we are flooded with rain, stifled by great heat and humidity, everybody is talking about the weather, wondering when it will end, crops are flooded, rivers are overflowing their banks, every evening around dusk the most beautiful, angry and explosive clouds roll in over the hills bearing thunder, lightning and heavy rain and wind. Every night I grab the camera, put a plastic bag over it, walk into the pasture or down the road for a view of the sky and this great and almost Biblical storm is waiting for me,  heading for me. Dark clouds and silver linings.