Many bits of joy througout the day, but the one that stood out to me occurred late into the night. I had woken up to move our youngest, Iva, from her bed, where she was sitting up crying, into our bed. I lay back down and was starting to dream when I heard a large boom and then a sudden rainstorm start outside. There was nothing on the forecast but sun and heat for St George all week. I didn't get up to watch it, but it was mighty pleasant to lie there in bed in the dark and listen to the rain patter on the rooftop and windows. I love listening to rainstorms.