Instead, I will think of afternoons like this - hot. So hot the sound of crickets is all you can hear, snapping in the heat, except for the occasional rumble of thunder. Rain only seems to fall in those late-afternoon thunderstorms, and I LOVE them. I love the blue-grey clouds, the distant thumping of thunder, the majesty of lightning, the smell of hot pavement when rain hits it. It makes my throat hurt with happiness.
My 30 minutes this month was not even 30 minutes - it was more like twenty. We walked up in the damp heat to the field across from the orchard and watched lightning flash in the distance and listened to the crickets and the thunder. We squeezed it in between grocery shopping and dinner, because I cannot resist the call of a late July afternoon.