Another sunny hot day in the desert

What I wouldn't give for a good ol' fashioned midwestern thunderstorm today. Hot, sticky, then a sharp breeze. Then that sharp breeze is followed up by a deeper, harder wind that sweeps across the yard, bending a few branches and sending up some scattered leaves. Sprinkles first, then the patter. Then sharp raps on the windows, as giant drops are propelled by the coming winds. Thunder, shallow and wilting at first, then crashing in a short hard burst, like a megaton bowling ball dropped haphazardly on the floor. As the rain picks up, the lightening becomes brighter, more frequent, more strobe. The storm presses on your four walls.
And when the storm is at it's peak - the full tilt boogey of crashing clouds, creaking rafters, the weight of mother nature baring down on your house - you forget all your problems. No work matters, no lonely, suffocating long term relationships. No bills, and no family squabbles. Just his storm. Reminding you that your life is insignificant to what mother nature can do in two hours.
I can't wait to one day get back to the midwest for a good ol' fashioned thunderstorm. I miss it.