It’s been very dry here – so dry, the grass is beginning to look like hay, wan and crispy. Clouds gathered this afternoon, angry and threatening, displaying the glowering undersides that portend storms. Unfortunately, we’ve had near misses with storms recently, so I refused to get my hopes up. And then, it came.
We get really dramatic thunderstorms out here: deafening thunderclaps that rattle the windows and the crystal in the china cabinet, extended bouts of lightning that can make night look like day, torrential downpours (“frog stranglers” – I just learned that one from another homesteader) that look like the aftermath of a catastrophic dam failure, with even normally sedate creeks turning into raging rivers and flooding roadways and land.
What was especially notable – at least to me – was that the rain didn’t start until I had finished my chores and was literally just about to step into the house. While working, I had dared ask that the rain hold off, even as the thunder crashed around me, knowing it was unlikely…but it did.
Thank you for waiting. And thank you for the soaking – we needed it.