First Summer Storm

Bless the rains.

Tonight we had our first real summer storm since we moved back to North Carolina. It had been a wild day. I hung a bird feeder to close to a nesting pair of house wrens (and promptly removed it). I found a squirrel hanging from another feeder we had hung the day before (and James promptly removed the inadvertent squirrel step we’d created). I smashed my fingers in the unlatched glass window of a screen door. There were good parts, too, like celebrating Father’s Day early at Texas Roadhouse with my parents. But the air felt thick, which just created a general heaviness about the day. And then the rains came, relieving a little of the pressure. James opened the louver porch windows wide, and we sat and watched the rain for a bit.