I stood outside and watched the thunderstorm come closer. The sky to the west got darker. Lines of rain streaked down to the horizon. The air been to smell a little different. The wind began to pick up. A couple hawks came near and began to play on the edges of the current proceeding the storm. When the rain began, a drop fell here and there, the kids took it as the signal that their shift was over and headed inside for an activity of their choice. I stood lingering still, unafraid of rain drops. I wanted to see what would happen to the sky. The kitties stayed too, one under the weeping cherry tree, one under the van, and one running from one side of the driveway to the other, excited about the weather change. Then white petals from the Italian Prune tree started billowing east, like gentle snow, landing in the driveway, right before resting CeCe, the cat. She sprang from behind a fender and started play leaping at the swirling ...