Early this morning I woke to the sound of rain on the roof. It takes a pretty good storm to hear that rain because of the dead air above our bedroom and below the roof. The forecast had only called for a 30% chance of rain today, so I thought it might be just a passing little storm.
Before I was dressed and ready to start my toast we had a brilliant flash of lightening. I counted not quite to ten, I think, and then the longest peal of thunder rolled through the valley and SHOOK THE HOUSE. It actually shook for several seconds. Our house is extremely well built. To hear it rattle was shocking. I actually wondered if there might have been a terrorist attack at Fermi.
The rain abated, and I had breakfast and then got started in the studio pinning a quilt. The wind picked up and the trees were whipping around and the heavens opened a second time. We have finally had a wonderful day of rain. Well, not an entire day, but most of it. I was saved from having to schlep the hose around. I could see the gardens perking up.
I love rainy days!
Yay for you and your rain! I’m happy for you. It’s been about 10 days for us; so, we had to let the system water this morning. I normally hear the rain on the skylights before it becomes audible on the roof, don’t you?
Mother Nature doing the watering is always a blessing (as long as it isn’t way too much watering anyway).