Thundershowers are common in my area this time of year. I am thankful for those that come. They bring relief for awhile from the heat and humidity.

I think of them as a huge bucket full of rain tipping over and pouring out the rain. They come quickly and leave quickly.

When I hear the thunder it reminds me of my dad. When thunder came he would say “That tater wagon is crossing the bridge again”.

Sometimes too much rain comes, other times not enough. In the summer when the thundershowers come they are one of those little things I am thankful for.