weathering the storm

We could see the storm clouds building after a particularly hot day, so I got things ready.  I put candles and a lantern in the new gazebo (playhouse :).  Bruce opened a bottle of wine, and I got a plate of cheese.  We sat, safe and sound and dry, in our gazebo, soft candlelight, sipping wine, nibbling cheese, while the storm broke, then raged around us.  Lightening flashed, thunder boomed, the rain came down in torrents.

The storm passed quickly, as Montana summer storms do.  We can hardly wait for it to rain again so we can, once more, experience the mixture of excitement and contentment.