By which I mean nothing metaphorical, but literally, a thunderstorm. Turned off the a/c so I could hear it rustling the trees behind the building. Sky's yellow over this end of Manhattan. Oh, wow, here comes the rain. Sheets! Buckets! Leaves swirling, raindrops glittering in the neighbor's porch light. Ah -- thunder. Didn't see lightning, though. Everything's shiny out back now. Hmm, wind's died down. No more drama, now just steady rain. I think I'll sit and watch. Hope youse are having great weather, too.