Go figure.

I spent nearly the entire month of July in Minnesota, waiting for a good thunderstorm. Did I get one? Noooooooooo. I got plenty of grey, rainy days and some warm summer showers, but not a single decent thunderstorm.

This morning, in the sunny town of Temecula where we get approximately .000009 inches of rain a year, I woke to the sound of thunder and POURING rain. It rained harder than I have seen in a long time. My little tomatoes were doing the happy dance when I peeked through the blinds. And now it is thundering again.

The world as we know it has been flipped on its ass.