Our first respectable thunderstorm darkened the sky this morning. MSgt Pincushion was afraid he would get struck and killed by lightning but other than that, we enjoyed the sight of rain pinning the pesky dust to the ground where it belongs. Now the only problem is the dust sticks in chunks to our boots and we leave muddy footprints and piles of dirt all over the office.

Jimmy and I walked back from the chow hall today since we finished eating long before everyone else. Something about the rain has attracted crows by the hundreds, we saw them perched on buildings, pecking at the ground, and flying around in huge flocks. We walked by one crow that was sitting on concertina wire making parakeet noises, a very odd noise to hear from a giant, crusty black bird.

The flocks of big squawky birds reminded me of seagulls and I thought the rain made the air smell vaguely beach-like. Jimmy looked at me like I was crazy when I said that. Heh.