Thirteen years ago today, there was a rainstorm so impressive, I had to take pictures of it. It broke a streak of hot and humid days. And i think it is going to happen again today, more like hope it will happen. Then much like now we had a long stretch of hot humid days, and same as with now the garden needs weeding. I distinctly recall looking at the kitchen stove mumbling about how much i wished i had some microwaveable meals, then opening the freezer to be greeted by a blast of cold fog, which I enjoyed.
Very briefly, i was refreshed. Hearing distant thunder had become an almost daily event, but a refreshing rain never followed. Stepping out onto the deck, studying the sky, thinking that here was going to be rain... or not. A nagging feeling crept up on me, there was alot of laundry on the line and, not much water in the well, the choice was obvious so I picked the laundry, carefully folding it and stacking it in the red plastic basket. All the time watching the nearly cloudless sky and perspiring profusely.
In much less time than it took to put away the clothes, the sky grew dark, lightening crackled, and rain danced on the tin roof of our front porch. "YES!" "AT LaSt, rain!" smiling broadly as I unplugged the electronics.
My camera is often in my back pocket, {and my cell phone is usually "lost",} and as the afternoon sunshine, turned into twilight I dashed out to click a few photos. The camera's flash reflected off the largest raindrops I have ever seen, or heard. The drops fairly sounded like marbles dropping onto the ground. Lightening formed spectacular spiderwebs across the sky, the rain chilled air was so very welcome.
Today, I am just wondering, just hoping, may-be i should go out and pick the laundry, or not.
