You don’t appreciate something until it’s gone.
Its been that way around here. I’ve had enough of the endless dry dusty days. This drought is like the party guest that just won’t leave.
There have been some really evil teasers over the past few months, cloudy days, huge thunderheads building against the mountain, lots of noise but not a lot of action.
All we’ve gotten out of it has been humidity followed by more steaminess than we had before.
I can take heat, with low humidity. I can take high humidity like you get in the South, at least you know that rain is coming.
I can’t take the nasty humidity followed by sun followed by more humidity with no breeze. That’s brutal and what the early evenings have been like for the past few days.
Oppressive heat and humidity permeating what should be a comfortable time of the day. Not quite hot enough to run the air conditioning, but sticky like a Florida summer day without the afternoon thunderstorm.
Being naked doesn’t help, because you can’t get enough sweat to evaporate to cool. You lay there sweating, wondering if the $$$ you’d spend on the A/C is worth it.
I was sleeping fitfully on the couch. Then about an hour ago I woke to the smell of rain on hot asphalt. It’s not raining a lot, more of a drizzle but it’s being fairly consistent and the temperature has dropped about 10 degrees.
The rain isn’t hitting on the roof hard enough to make much of a sound, but I can hear it on the leaves and if I listen real hard, I can hear drops hitting the decks.
I wasn’t naked when I fell asleep on the couch, I’m naked now.
Standing at the sliding door listening to the rain through the screen I had an overwhelming urge to be naked, feeling the rain on my skin.
Thank goodness the decks are more or less private at this time of night!
For however long this gentle shower lasts, I’m grateful.
I can see myself wrapping up in a sheet then falling asleep listening to the crickets and gentle shower hitting the parched ground.
It’s worth losing a little sleep to enjoy the rain.