the weather stations keep predicting thunderstorms, yet each time my anticipatory delight is dissipated when the appointed hour arrives stormless. i love thunderstorms, though these aren't the equatorial ones we are used to, but they're nearly as refreshing. they cleanse the air and revive your mind. if there be no storm tonight, let there at least be some light cloud-trickle, for i'm always grateful for overnight rain, gentle or torrential, accompanying me through all-nighters.