We knew it was coming. Early morning scrambling outdoors, when I wanted to be scrambling eggs. Had to get things done before the clouds opened up. Hammer and nails. Pounding through the Sunday morning quiet. Always with one eye toward the horizon.
The new day turned darker. The sky began to spit, then stopped. Hammer hammer hammer away.
Finally it turned from darker to that menacing deep gray and in we went. To watch the rain come down through the window. A comforting sound even with the smacks of thunder. A lamp on in the corner of the room. Cozy with the sound of drops and pattering waves on the metal roof. Watching the puddles grow on the porch and in the dirt. Flowers and horses soaking in the refreshment while the humans take cover.
I grabbed my computer, cuddled under the covers, all snuggled in for nature’s show through my grand window. Then Nashie the plump pup jumped up into my lap, daughter and boyfriend not far behind. All just sitting there, chatting, giggling, nothing better to do than waiting for the rain to pass. Part of the plan? Not really, but nothing to be frustrated about. Nature doing her thing.
A game of solitaire starts in the next room. Drip drop, rumble on and on. All we can do is wait. And watch. And wait.