morning after the storm

I don't want to exaggerate - it wasn't that big a storm, although it was perhaps the first one of the season (though it looks dry dry dry in the forecast, so a maverick forerunner) - plenty of lightning splitting the sky up and down and horizontally, and maybe a quarter of an hour of soaking heavy rain, that bent some plants, although not badly - and the ground was so dry that everything had turned back to parched by the end of today.  But everything smelt and felt wonderfully fresh, and so I was inspired to carry on writing about dandelions, and how their long tap roots go down to 10 or 15 feet (that explains a lot), and bring up nutrients to the surface for other plants, and how the plant is designed to gather water in its center so that it then goes down the hole made by the main root, and acts as an irrigation device.  It is possible that I wrote two whole paragraphs of dandelion propaganda.