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,

Sugarlump