Drip drip drop little August torrential downpour

I am not a fan of Utah summers. I don't think anyone in there right mind would say they are. Summers, especially the July August range in Utah are hot, and dry, and stifling and nasty. Utah summers do have one redeeming quality however, the "monsoon season" as my dear mother so aptly puts it. You wake up in the morning, maybe you feel like P. Diddy, maybe you don't, I don't know you, and before you brush your teeth with a bottle of jack, or a tooth brush, you realize that this morning is not like other mornings. There isn't a horrible brightness penetrating through your window. Instead there is a slight greyness. A thin layer of clouds is covering the sun. As the day goes on bigger and bigger clouds move in. Finally you look up and realize that the clouds above are Cumulonimbus, thank you Russell of Up, and it is looking like a storm. Now the waiting begins. Because it is so frakking hot in Utah like all the time it may or may not rain. So you walk around, hoping, dreaming and praying for rain. Any moisture hitting your skin be it someone's sprinklers on your leg or someone's spittle on you arm makes you stop, look up, and search for drops. Somedays no drops come, and it is exceptionally sad. Other days however the rain does come, and oh how it comes. It can start slowly, with a flash of light and rumble in the distance and then come the little drops that build, but sometimes is sudden with huge drops all of a sudden coming from the sky. Either way eventually you have what I like to call the torrential downpour, although a weather man may have used it first. And everything is wet and there are puddles to jump in and frolic through and it smells amazing and the wind is blowing and sometimes there is thunder and lightning and it's fabulous, absolutely fabulous. So even though Disney's song rolled off the tongue better I will take August torrential downpours over April showers any day of the week.