I’m sitting on the floor in my living room.  The dogs have both moved close.  We are listening to the wind in the trees overhead, watching it move the sheers over the front window.  The air has cooled by 30 degrees in the last couple of hours.  We are waiting for the storm to come. Waiting for the rain that we can smell in the air.  If the promise holds, it will be a glorious night for sleep.