|The sky was unusally bizzare ahead of the storm, but the no-nonsense high winds and lightning announcing the arrival of the rain were in the black coulds spiking over the horizon.|
|The eyes of the approaching storm|
|Double trouble, boil and bubble - a cauldren of atmospheric brew.|
Ahead of the rain, the sky filled with unusal clouds, spinning and boiling into holes. I happily took scores of photos. My neighbors are accustomed to me standing at the edge of the road with my camera now. They no longer stop to ask if I need help, but give me the courteous two-finger lift off the steering wheel acknowledgement as they pass by. Have I ever mentioned how much I love where I live? Even if it is in a "van down by the river", it is home sweet home. Sweet, sweet home!