One of my favorite parts of living in Texas is waiting on a storm to roll in. Being one of those big states with big skies, large expanses of open ground, and not many tall skylines, you get some awesome views when rain is on the way.

Tonight I’m bypassing the view in favor of the sounds and smells. I’ve got the door open, listening to the wind as the front moves in. There’s that smell of damp in the air, building in intensity with each gust. The leaves rustle, the crickets trill, and the metalwork creaks. It’s a slow, gradual build up. The wind chimes sing. Anticipation builds.

As I wait, the cats sit on the breezeway. Whiskers forward, ears twitching as they track the movement of the air. All of us waiting patiently for a storm.