The smell of fresh rain on wet pavement is one of my all-time favorites. It conjures up the best memories so vividly. It is one of the things I love most about summer.
The thunder that is accompanying this cloud burst is lovely too - close enough to sound powerful, but not so close that it sounds threatening. No need to head for the basement with the flashlight and saltines.
I don't know why I bother with gutters on the house. They are all overflowing - AGAIN. Even though they are seamless they leak at all the corners. On the back of the house the downspout is at the wrong end, so water is perpetually sitting at one end, making a lovely rearing pond for mosquitoes. Since I've lived here they've fallen off twice due to ice dams, and I halfway hope that happens again so I can justify replacing them with bigger gutters that slope properly and don't leak.
Still, having rain barrels is one of the best things about the downspouts. I hope to have one under each downspout eventually. Right now I enjoy the two I do have. They fill up fast, and I almost never have to use the hose to water plants anymore.
The brief rainy interlude is almost over. The thunder is fading into the distance, the downspouts are trickling rather than gushing, and I'm going to turn from daytime chores to evening relaxations. What a lovely, restful day!