Maybe five drops of rain fell with this storm. Certainly, more rain fell nearby as we could smell it, or rather, we could smell the wet creosote bush. Creosote is one of the absolute pleasures of living in the Arizona desert. When creosote gets wet it gives off the most pleasant of aromas. Much of tonight’s lightning was cloud to cloud with outstretched fingers of electricity licking at the undersides of the towering thunderheads that must be above us and out of sight.