Excuse me while I kiss the sky.—Jimi Hendrix
We spent 2011 in a drought in Texas. The sky stayed unrelentingly blue as fields dried, lakes evaporated, and wildfires ravaged. Hearing someone in central Texas pray for a hurricane astounded me. I live on the Texas Gulf coast and tropical weather plays havoc with us. By the end of the summer, I was watching depressions in the Gulf of Mexico wistfully as they drifted northeasterly and away from us.
The rainfall that broke our drought was so welcome that I stood with my mouth open like a turkey in danger of drowning. I have the sense to come in out of the rain; I just didn’t want to. GE says that she will never complain about rain’s inconvenience after watching clouds of smoke billowing in the horizon over Bastrop.
Bob makes me smile because he often predicts the weather looking at cloud formations and sniffing for the air. He has a better success rate than our local forecaster so I usually take an umbrella if he suggests it.
We drove back from Galveston with dark clouds overhead. At the beach, Bob pointed out the flocks of birds heading away from the weather. It wasn’t long before we started hearing thunder and seeing flashes of lightning.
We were lucky enough to make it nearly home to Portland before the clouds opened and soaked the ground around us. Our total rainfall is still 7″ below normal for this time of year, but the situation isn’t as dire as it was last year when we were 20″ below our average annual precipitation of 31.73″.
We just spent a week with Bob’s family and it seemed liked everything was better when we were showing off Texas to our Michiganders. The beach seemed brighter, sunsets more colorful, skies were bluer.
It was like that the night that Bob’s daughter had Ashlynn, his first grand-daughter. There was a full moon and the sky looked like it was bending down to kiss the earth. We had spent the day with a mixture of family and friends who were all celebrating the newest addition to their lives. Bob paused after turning onto his street just so we could look at Ashlynn Sky’s first full moon.