When I went on my evening walk last night around 7:00 pm, it was 82 degrees but angry clouds threatened overhead. This morning around 5:30 am, I woke up to a tremendous storm. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, wind whipped, and rain/hail beat down. I opened my front door, sat on the entry tile in my pajamas, and watched the storm. Throughout the day, it’s rained pretty steadily and topped the mountains with a gorgeous crusting of snow. September snow.
I’ve always loved the rain. I grew up in Oregon where the climate is moist and temperate. I love how the rain makes everything beautiful and green. I love the refreshing smell. I love the sound of the drops beating on the roof. I love the rainbows. I love the cloud formations. I love the first glimpses of blue sky after a storm.
Last week, Georgia got slammed by massive rainstorms and flooding, and a tiny part of me wished that I could have been there to watch the storm. So as a consolation prize, I think Mother Nature sent along today’s storm just for me.