Today as my boy and I worked on fractions, we stopped and listened. It was rain beginning to spatter on the window pain. For an hour or more, the rain fell and the thunder gently rumbled. I love these kinds of days.
They've been frequent this year--so unexpected yet so welcome.
Since I moved here twelve summers ago, I've come to dread August. It's just so hot. And dry.
Not so, this year.
Even in April, I noted in my journal that we were getting daily temperatures in the fifties, when normally, by then, we are usually well into the seventies.
I remember the weather man in June warning us not to get used to it, the heat and the dry would come with the summer. I suppose in weather (as in investing) past performance is not an indication of future results.
The weatherman was wrong. Throughout the summer, the days have stayed down right temperate. Sure there have been waves of heat but they're gone as soon as they come. When the heat leaves, the rains come.
The rain is particularly welcome because we have suffered through a draught over the past years, and this state has been a dry and thirsty land where no water was.
With the extra moisture, the humidity has increased. When I go on my morning jaunt, my body turns into a human condenser and sweat drips from my elbows.
But I'll take it! I'm a farmer's daughter and I'll celebrate each August raindrop in famine or in plenty.
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