Promises, promises.....you know what I mean. The last few days we have been told, by various sources who will remain nameless to protect their reputations, that we could expect liquid dropping from the sky...in other words...RAIN. Ha, I said to myself. So many times they have said this..."rain expected between 6 AM and 6 PM, amounts anywhere from 1/8 of an inch to 3 inches ." In other words, the lesser amount, which only serves to settle the dust on my dusty road.
Went to town this morning. It felt like rain. There were a few drops on my windshield. Came back home and unpacked the groceries. Looked out toward Caney Mountain to the west and what did I see...rain coming my way. But I knew better. We have a sign..invisible except to rain clouds...which reads ANY WHERE FROM THIS BOUNDARY TO THAT BOUNDARY...THERE WILL BE NO RAIN. FINAL WORD! VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED! How do I know this? Everyone else gets rain...but not us, up here on the hill. It has gotten to the point where we don't even bother to replace our rain gauge, which bit the dust many months ago. What's the use? I was tired of emptying the dirt and bugs out of it every month or so.
I have learned my lesson today. I doubted that we would get any rain but....here it is. I had planned on taking my daily walk down the road after lunch. Joyfully, I get to sit here at the window and watch the water dripping from the eaves. The birds are loving it too. They come and perch on the porch railing for a minute or two, shake out their wings, and take off to find shelter in our oak tree's
welcoming branches. Don't you know the grass loves this too. I can almost hear the ground sighing with pleasure.
And we all say together....RAIN, GLORIOUS RAIN.
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