Twenty-five seconds of the wonderful summer storm that hit us today:

The wife commented it was like we had skipped hot, dry July and gone straight into August.

We're not complaining. Unfortunately, it didn't extend far enough north to help out the toad I helped dehydrate yesterday.

And despite the close lightning strikes (less than one count away), one brave heeler was willing to come outside with me.

Even though her hind legs were trembling in fear from the boomb-a-looms.