"Rain on the Hudson", oil, by Roxanne Steed
Yesterday we had one of the heaviest rains I can recall. It started with rumbling thunder, then lightning and loud booms, then a steady torrent that seemed to last most of the day. The rain beat down on my window air conditioners and blew up against the sides of the house. All day I heard the splashes of wheels as cars came along the soggy street. I spent most of the day reading Jane Austen, following her tidy, disciplined sentences as the dark storm soaked our town.