A typical summer afternoon in the South involves a thunderstorm. I have loved thunderstorms since I was a kid. The rumble of thunder is so soothing and ominous at the same time. Its presence has become a factor of my identity of the South. Before the storm, the humidity can be cut with a knife. It truly is unbearable sometimes. However, as the breeze begins to rustle the leaves and the first drops begin to fall, a coolness creeps in. This sensation, mixed with the smell of rain and earth, is sweetness.