So we stood in the backyard again today, watching the weather in the east. We watched the dark clouds part and drift to the north and south of us. We watched blue sky open overhead while thunder rolled somewhere in the west where it was undoubtedly raining hard.
In full sun, tantalizing raindrops fell from somewhere. Maybe it was that approaching cloud in the east. No, it was that one, the one which was now fleeing southward. The drops glistened in a golden light as they gusted with the wind.
The air was cooler now than it had been. But the soaking rain that looked as if it couldn’t miss us was doing just that. The black clouds that gave us such hope were gone.
And then, for a few minutes, as the clouds began to disperse and the sun came out, it rained hard. Not long, mind you, but hard enough to get you wet if you happened to be sitting there. Hard enough to fill the air with the smell of it if you happened to be sniffing the breeze.
Drips ran off the eves and into metal buckets sitting underneath. Drops fell thru the thirsty Oaks and onto the parched ground. It wasn’t enough. But it was something. I’m sure the melons and peppers and tomatoes will agree.