The Sound of Music?
Storms were in the forecast for last night. John heard thunder and disconnected the computer—just in case.
Coming back from Valley Writers in Roanoke, I saw wet pavement near Rocky Mount, so I was hopeful that we’d gotten rain. For about 30 seconds, I drove through fog, so I knew rain had been there. Maybe it had rained at the farm—13 miles further east.
We didn’t get any rain. Dry as a bone when I got home.
A week ago yesterday, I saw this cloud in the sky above Pole Cat Creek Farm and thought it foretold rain.
Twenty minutes later, at Smith Farm in Union Hall, the cloud had changed.
And changed some more. Darker clouds blew in. Maybe—?
A false alarm. Rain did not come last week. It didn’t come this week either.
Until this morning. A little after six, I awoke to the sound of thunder. Not booming thunder—a low mumbling, grumbling thunder. But still thunder. Then I heard the sound of rain pounding on the roof.
A sweeter music I have not heard for weeks.
Coming back from Valley Writers in Roanoke, I saw wet pavement near Rocky Mount, so I was hopeful that we’d gotten rain. For about 30 seconds, I drove through fog, so I knew rain had been there. Maybe it had rained at the farm—13 miles further east.
We didn’t get any rain. Dry as a bone when I got home.
A week ago yesterday, I saw this cloud in the sky above Pole Cat Creek Farm and thought it foretold rain.
Twenty minutes later, at Smith Farm in Union Hall, the cloud had changed.
And changed some more. Darker clouds blew in. Maybe—?
A false alarm. Rain did not come last week. It didn’t come this week either.
Until this morning. A little after six, I awoke to the sound of thunder. Not booming thunder—a low mumbling, grumbling thunder. But still thunder. Then I heard the sound of rain pounding on the roof.
A sweeter music I have not heard for weeks.
Labels: weather
posted by Becky Mushko | 8:00 AM
1 Comments:
Waiting for rain...is like waiting for cooler temps, Halloween, Winter snow or sleet, Christmas, New Years Eve, and even Valentine's Day. It will come with time, watching the clouds or not. I wish waiting made it come faster. I have dry, dead, grass and yet weeds a plenty - go figure.
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