It’s kind of funny when I think of all the things that I’ve heard about and read about, and casually thought about but until it actually affect me personally, it didn’t have a lot of meaning. This drought has totally changed the way I think about rain . . now and for the rest of my days.
Having grown up and spent most of my younger adult years in southwest Louisiana, I never appreciated all the rain we got. It seemed like it rained every single day there. My hair has natural curl and in college, I wore my hair long. I worked very hard to get my hair just perfect (how things have changed!) and on those rainy, humid days, my hair got bigger and bigger as the day went on. Most of the time, by noon, I’d have it pulled back in a clip of some kind. In other places we’ve lived, it would get dry from time to time but nothing like the drought we’ve experienced here. Most days, there’s almost no humidity . . dry heat, you know?
I find it amusing how excited I get when it rains. Monday afternoon Vince and I were out on the RTV and it got real cloudy. We just knew it was going to rain on us before we got home. We sat in a clearing for the longest time looking up at the clouds and talking about the chance of rain, the last time it rained, how much we need rain. We’re so easily entertained. The rain passed us by . . not a drop fell here.
Yesterday morning when I went out about daylight to let the chickens out, I turned the water hose on so it could drip on one of the peach trees. There was the finest mist falling . . it would not be enough to even use your windshield wipers. Vince said he didn’t even think it was misting on him driving to work. I thought . . it might rain but I’m going to water the peach trees anyway . . just in case it doesn’t rain.
About mid-morning, it did rain pretty hard but just for a few minutes.
We got about 1/2″. I had hoped for more but was happy with that amount. The sky looked like we might get more rain but it often looks that way and we don’t get rain so I wasn’t too hopeful.
The okra needed cutting so I went to the garden and cut it, and picked some peppers and eggplant. Just as I was finishing up, I began to feel a bit of a drizzle falling. By the time I got to the back porch, the bottom had fallen out and it was pouring!
I was glad I got to the porch before that happened. We had quite a little thunderstorm . . puddles and all!
It has to rain really hard really fast for us to get puddles. Otherwise, the ground just drinks down every drop of rain that falls. I remember, as a kid, putting on my rain boots and raincoat and going out and playing in the rain. Kids growing up in central Texas probably will not remember ever playing in puddles.
At the end of the day, our gauge showed almost 1-1/2″ but I’m thinking a little more fell that didn’t get measured because for a while, the rain was blowing almost completely sideways.
This area is very thankful for any rainfall we get and 1-1/2″ at this time of year is a huge blessing.