Yesterday, we had a "thunderstorm." I have to laugh since I come from the midwest where these really exist. Here in the Pacific northwest three claps of thunder constitute a storm. Actually, there was one big flash of light and a great thunderclap right over the house. It was enough to send Ursus under my desk and to send Preston into his nervous wandering mode. Of course, it didn't last long at all.
I'm always disappointed at the storms here. In Wisconsin, I remember standing outside and looking at the horizon and there were lines of lightening bolts across the sky. And your hair stood on end from the electricity. I miss those. And the fireflies.
I don't miss the mosquitos. I wonder why some mosquitos are able to survive out here but not the fireflies? Hardly seems fair.