Like clockwork…

The western sky has turned dark and ominous.

The eastern sky is blue and clear.

Shortly after noon, the westward expanse foretold what was to come.

I’ve been watching the encroaching cloud cover, looking for all its worth like an ominous Hollywood horror set.

Lightening, in it’s own frighteningly beautiful way—white shards of vertical static electricity—has been flashing in the near distance and quite possibly touching down.

The poor little trees in our yard once again bravely battle against the Wyoming winds.

The rain has since moved in and as it pelts the house—the windows—the trees, the thunder shakes, rattles and rolls.

Par for the course the storm passes quickly, lasting not more than 10 minutes.

The sky has flipped flopped, leaving the western sky its usual bright blue and white as the storm moves eastward in the direction—I’m afraid—of you my peeps.

I hope not.

I hear tell Chicago’s been pelted, not once but twice, this season.

Here’s hoping it continues to stay dry...