After a magnificent thunder storm this afternoon followed by a steady downpour, Heidi and I jumped at a chance to take the dogs out when there was a slight break in the weather around 6 PM. The air was thick and steamy, and fat drops plinked from the canopy of towering oak and silver maple as we weaved our way in and out and up and down the slick streets of Midtown Atlanta. Gray light filtered through heavy clouds and the green of the grass was popping. So was the neighborhood— it seemed like every dog owner was trying to catch the same break that we were, and several houses had loud music playing with folks gathered on the porch, partying and watching the rain. As for us, our route was a little more than a mile around, and the dogs got to stretch their legs and take care of some business, before coming home and going back to sleep.
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