I love the sound of hooting owls, tires on gravel and a summer thunder storm.
En route to Taos lightning pierced the distant sky like illustrated bolts in a graphic novel.
Rain storms gathered in the distance.
The windshield remained dry as we traveled the dirt road to our airbnb.
Perfectly timed, the second we pulled our luggage from the trunk fat drops pinged the car.
The sky turned bright as day and then thunder cracked the silence.
A magical downpour welcomed us to Taos as we watched from the safety of the back porch.
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