Thunderstorms rumbled all night; I woke to them early this morning. They continued all day, dropping four inches of rain on top of the several inches we received through the week.  When I returned home from the shelter late in the afternoon, the sky was still dark, but the bay was alive with activity: boats and ships, flocks of pelicans feeding, songbirds at the feeders, and my dear buddy cats.  Light was poor for photographs, but I took many because there was magic in this day.  Too often I take this lovely place for granted, until days like this make me appreciate it anew.