It has been extremely hot and humid the last five or six days. The switch from fall to summer has been precipitous. Nowadays, this is known as a heatwave. But clouds are gathering around Motovun since about noon, and occasional rumbles of thunder can be heard from the northeast. A storm is coming our way, and I feel quite exuberant about it. My joy is tempered only by the knowledge that a storm could bring hail, which could harm the vineyards, olive groves, and orchards around the hilltown. Most of their owners I know well, and they are quite dear to me. So, I want a storm minus hail. A tall order, to be sure. But I am amazed at my towering emotions. I want this heatwave to end, and I want it to end as soon as possible. As well as by a show worth watching. The coming storm will bring a drop in temperature without fail. Alas, this is how the rest of the summer will look: so many heat waves cut short by so many violent storms. Each and every time, though, the gathering clouds will bring loads of joy.