We got the loudest thunderstorm of our life last night. It seemed to crack right over our house. Amazingly enough the baby slept through, but Hubby and I were stuck to the ceiling. I think I got a little heart attack from it...well it felt that way. It stayed almost half an hour, pouring buckets and cracking and blitzing.
There was only one thing we could do. Have wild sex? No ...raid the refrigerator. hee hee.
This morning our garden looks like everything grew over night. I just love that fresh dew in the morning, walking barefoot through the grass.