Rain. Thunder. It's still 110 out, windy. The thunderclaps shake the ground, the car tires are slipping on the hot, wet asphalt. I should put on Tones on Tail, like Spuds would do for the summer rains. We would light all the candles and listen to the stereo for a few hours. Sometimes we would sit on the patio and just let the rain hit us. I still have the blinds drawn. I walked to the store without an umbrella, my shirt dried almost as soon as it got wet.