I don't think it's the right season quite yet for monsoons to hit, but we had a lovely sprinkling of rain last night accompanied by an orchestra of thunder and lightening. Richard and I went out and sat on the front lawn and enjoyed the scenery for awhile. I don't think enough people sit on their front lawns. Or their back lawns for that matter.
In all my front lawn sitting last night, I was hit by a song, a great lawn sitting song. It's called Waltz by Fiona Apple. My ears find it pleasurable; I suspect yours might as well.