We have had an unusually cool June and I was beginning to wonder about the success of my garden when the last couple days warmed up dramatically.
My Hubby and I were out pulling weeds for a new flower bed — the one I am edging with wine bottles – when I thought that it was feeling a little muggy out. We finished for the day and I went in to cook supper and realized I was hearing the familiar ting ting of rain on the kitchen’s fan. Rain again… maybe I won’t get a garden this year. Maybe I won’t ever be able to clear all the weeds from the corner. Maybe we won’t ever get a real summer! (Now in August I would be doing the happy dance for a little summer rain, but now…)
So we left for our Tuesday Home Group — for those who don’t know me really well, that it a time when a bunch of us get together and talk over Sunday’s sermon and visit and share great snacks. — Anyway, we dodged in between cloud burst and came out to a nice evening. I ran the Hubby to work and stopped for a little late night no line shopping and headed home.
At the stop light there was a quick flash and I thought…”Nobody ran the light. What was that for?”
Popped on the highway and just as I was rounding the bend…What a display!
Cloud to cloud. Pink and purple flashes… Cloud to ground. Blue! Lightning looking like the clouds were playing jump rope with live wires. Yellow, gold, and orange. The air crackled with anticipation in the dark. What color would be next?
This played out the full 20 minute drive and just as I pulled under the maple tree to park rain drops the size of quarters splatted on the windshield. Warm summer rain. I love it.