On Monday, Mother Nature gave the South a belated birthday present on my behalf: RAIN!
But only a short drizzle.
I was hoping for a nice, violent thunderstorm that would dump buckets of rain everywhere and nourish the gardens, but alas, we only got a light sprinkle.
At least we have clouds again, though. I don’t know if it was just so hazy that we couldn’t see them or if there weren’t any clouds in the sky, but there was not a cloud to be seen all weekend as we endured the 110+ degree heat.
Based on this weather, I was beginning to think that I had accidentally moved to the desert.
We are in DESPERATE need of a nice, big rain. There have been storms in Kentucky and Tennessee for several days now, but unfortunately all of the rain has eluded me and my gardens.
As I was leaving work Tuesday evening, this storm seemed to be chasing me all around Nashville. I could see the rain in the distance and yet it never reached me.
Heading out to Burkesville a short while later, the storm crept around the sky.
And it followed me to get a milkshake for the drive.
And then it started to fade away.
And yielded a lovely sunset after blessing us with about 4 drops of rain.
Last evening, at Grandmother’s house, I could feel a storm coming on.
And come on it did.
Just not where I was.
Apparently it went through the other side of town.
It also gave way to a swirly sunset.
(Photo courtesy of Eugene.)
I am back in Nashville this evening and we are under a thunderstorm watch. My neighbor is working on his muscle car and every time he revs the engine, I think it is thunder and I am filled with an abnormal amount of hope that we will have a big storm.
It has been a frustrating evening.
The trees are blowing in the wind in that particular way they do when a storm is coming.
I went out onto my deck and I could feel the cool air cutting the 98 degree heat at 7:30 PM.
I heard thunder.
For real this time.
I’m praying that a storm is a comin’.
Y’all come back,