May. 21st, 2013 03:11 pm
Welcome rain
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muckefuckAlthough I guess it's anachronistic to talk about "thunderstorm season" any more now that we regularly experience "thundersnow" in January, that's what it felt like had finally arrived this past weekend. At first the storms were supposed to arrive on Saturday, but that never happened. Then Sunday, but that passed without incident. Monday was hottest of all, but the strong winds promised something a-brewing. I'd put off watering anything all this while in hopes that nature would take care of its own, but yesterday I became concerned once again by the droopy state of the transplants and made the rounds with the watering can.
Finally, at about 11 last night, I heard the unmistakable rumble of thunder while reading in bed. I kept pausing between paragraphs, anticipating the sound of raindrops, and when they finally caught my ear I went to the den to watch them pound the pavements outside. Eventually, I padded barefoot (and bottomless) through the length of the house and back again--not to close the windows, since we'd already taken care of that before going down, but just to enjoy the sounds and sights.
On the way, I thought to look for the cat. His favourite hidey-hole, the upstairs closet, was firmly shut so he couldn't've gone in there and he wasn't in the walk-in off the bedroom either. It took many minutes of scurrying about before I thought to check under the bed. Ah, gotcha! He was out of reach right in the middle, so I wasn't able to scoop him up and take him to bed with me after all.
Finally, at about 11 last night, I heard the unmistakable rumble of thunder while reading in bed. I kept pausing between paragraphs, anticipating the sound of raindrops, and when they finally caught my ear I went to the den to watch them pound the pavements outside. Eventually, I padded barefoot (and bottomless) through the length of the house and back again--not to close the windows, since we'd already taken care of that before going down, but just to enjoy the sounds and sights.
On the way, I thought to look for the cat. His favourite hidey-hole, the upstairs closet, was firmly shut so he couldn't've gone in there and he wasn't in the walk-in off the bedroom either. It took many minutes of scurrying about before I thought to check under the bed. Ah, gotcha! He was out of reach right in the middle, so I wasn't able to scoop him up and take him to bed with me after all.
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