Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

We all know that little ditty from our childhood.

Today. Here. In the Midwest – not the most popular song.

The rains just never seem to quit.

Families that we love are having many issues due to water, in their homes, outside of their homes.

Some are simply irritated, while others, sadly, have lost everything.

I in no way want to down play the tragedy and drama that they are forced to deal with.

I AM really sorry for that, but I am a sky watcher of the heartiest sort.

So I tend to look toward the skies.

The drama there is undeniable.

Just this morning, my husband and I put our air conditioner in the window.

It’s huge. Thankfully we only have to move it twice a year!

But I digress.

We had not had it installed for five minutes, when the clouds began to roll in.

Our home is surrounded on three sides by trees.

And just as severe weather begins to approach, we can hear a rustling sound. It’s the sound of movement.

Leaves and grasses blowing.

It’s the sound of the timber creaking as the winds try and sway them off their trunks.

And then it happens.

The clouds. The lightning. And the thunder rolls.

Enjoy the photos I grabbed just before the downpour!

So yes. There is heartache with all this weather – no doubt about it, put there is also raw power and beauty to behold if we look for it!