What do I love about thunderstorms? The pelting rain, the noise, the suddenly dark skies, the trees tossing in the wind, the running around madly shutting windows and doors, the flickering lights. Whenever a summer storm hits, I always wish I were in a rickety rental cabin on Webb Lake, drinking lemonade and putting together a jigsaw puzzle by candlelight. Ah, summer in Maine.
This afternoon we had several thunderstorms, after which the temperature was still in the mid-'80s, with unbelievably sticky humidity. Unfair! Fortunately it cooled down to the mid-'70s by 8pm, but I was still so hot that I had to draw a cold bath to get my body temperature down enough so that I could concentrate on work.
Naturally, my ever-curious feline companion decided to investigate. She perched on the edge of the tub for some time (for a cat who hates drinking out of the water dish, an entire tubful of water with a human island in it was almost too much to resist). She did manage to get her nose and front paws down to water level while just barely retaining her position on the tub edge, a poster cat for yoga class. I was just waiting for her to fall in. Oh well, maybe next time. :-)