I must admit I was skeptical, even though a different, more optimistic tone to the weather prognostications. Local meteorologists have been beaming widely and almost jumping up and down for the last couple of days as they organized “Storm Watch” command posts. But any rain at all and we proclaim “storm watch.”
Yesterday’s reports predicted two to five inches of rain in the foothills. There’s a big difference between two and five inches. So it was simply wait and see.
And then this strange and foreign moisture began to accumulate. Some of it even fell to the ground!
It wasn’t much, but it was delightful. I hadn’t seen puddles in quite some time.
Well, look at that! I don’t remember the last time I saw water actually moving down the street. I’m so excited I don’t even start worrying about the lack of catch basins.
Oh boy! We could light a fire in the fireplace! The inside temperature still registered 72 degrees, but I WAS damp!
Oh look at that! The decomposed granite we put down a couple of months ago–replacement for drought-parched grass–you can really see that the water is pooling! Percolate little drops of water! Our water table needs you!
Oh shoot! It’s coming down really hard now! They weren’t kidding! I wonder if we should have moved more of the patio furniture. Do you think wooden tables will float?
It hasn’t rained since we brought Zena home to live with us. White dog…eighteen inches of muddy water…I don’t even want to think about it!
There’s a slab patio under there somewhere. This should be interesting! One thing is for certain, I am loving this! No matter what! The same meteorologists who were jumping up and down in excitement are now reminding us that all this lovely rain doesn’t mean the drought is over.
Well, it’s over for this week! And if it keeps up, I’ll have a small lake in my back yard. Isn’t this wonderful?