Raindrops in June

What started as mild sprinkles turned into a full-fledged storm with dramatic thunder, leaving today feeling refreshed and cleansed.  As a 12 year old, I spent the summer with my great aunt and uncle in Cheyenne, Wyoming.  Every afternoon, at about 2 or 3pm the sky would fill with enormous, dark-bottomed clouds that would let loose their load for a half an hour or so.  Afterwards, the smell of ozone and the saturated colors would wake up my senses and the world it's self would feel more alive.