The rain had just stopped and the thunder from the fast-moving storm was still audible in the distance as I stood along the stream. It felt as if I was literally steaming, as my rain-drenched shirt gave little-to-no relief in the June heat. Looking over the pool, there were still a few sprinkles coming down, but I could already see the glow of sunlight from the North. The same direction the storm?s path had begun in. Life was good I thought, as the afternoons fishing would still go on despite a momentary intervention.