Oh, man, that brings back childhood memories in South Dakota. A storm coming in, the sky filled with dark clouds, the scent of ozone in the air. Farmers hurrying to finish cutting the hay, alfalfa, etc. And then the sharp crack of thunder, lightning, rain. A lot of wind. Tornado watches. Scurrying to the basement to take cover. When the storm has passed, the air filled with the scent of hay and alfalfa, rain, and ozone. The june bugs (I hated those things), grasshoppers and the chiggers quiet for a while. And then off to the barn, milk the cows, and make some homemade ice cream, with fresh picked strawberries, using a hand cranked (dry ice) ice cream making machine. Thanks, John, for the trip down memory lane.