There's this stuff called.....rain

Do you believe it? There's this wet stuff, rain, that falls from the sky and makes the grass grow. Oh yeah, we have grass here too. And green trees and an assortment of other pretty flowers and stuff.

Ok, so I cheated a little, this picture was actually taken last week when we had the storms from the outskirts of Hurricane Dolly. But hey, I just started blogging so I figured I needed to catch up. I took this picture sitting at a stop light trying to find my way home during my first week of work. It's hard to tell, but you can't see across the street with the heavy rain. It was quite interesting. The roads can flood here and people still don't know how to drive in it, but it was cool.

It was a true thunder storm. There was lightning and thunder and downpours that you couldn't see through. And when it was all over there was this wonderful smell. You might not be able to relate, but to me it smelled like late summer nights in Tennessee. I think it had more to do with the excitement of the rain and being here in Houston that brought on the summer vacation memories. But the smell was distinct. Maybe the whole South smells the same after it rains. I'll have to test that out the next time it rains.

The bad part about rain, Logan hates it. You would think a dog that likes to get a bath would like rain, but noooo. He only goes outside to do his "business" when he just can't hold it anymore. Then he runs out, does his thing, and runs in. Of course then you have to dry him off before he rubs his wet fur into the carpet.

As much as I like our pool, I actually can't wait for a good, heavy thunderstorm on a weekend (hopefully in the Fall when it's cooler) so we can sit in front of the fireplace and enjoy it.