Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Yes, it's rain!
Early this morning an odd sound nudged me half-awake. At first I was disoriented by the
Winter-like darkness in my bedroom and the fact I was snuggled deep under the covers because it was chilly. In my grogginess I imagined it was a perfect January morning and marveled for a moment at how nice the rain sounded on the roof.
I came fully awake then and rolled onto my back to really listen. It was like hearing angels singing, harps and all. Such wonderful music to my parched ears, that gentle fall of raindrops. Smiling, I nestled under the duvet and drifted off to sleep, hoping this wasn't just a cruel dream.
It wasn't. It's been raining in fits and starts all day. Occasionally the sun breaks through and steam rises, but the clouds are dark, strong and dominant and quickly block that relentless nuclear orb. The wind swirls, the rain beats down and I grin every time it goes from wretched bright to sublime gloom.
However, today is just an aberration in the whole weather scheme of Summer, here at the southern Gates of Hell; by Friday it's back into the 90s.
Still. I'm content with this tiny foreshadowing. It's allowed me to breathe; to burrow into the depths of my bed with the duvet tucked under my nose; remember what it feels like to have cool, fresh air caress my face as I walk the dogs.
Although I might have to struggle for another month or so with the heat, the humidity, the toss and turn of restless sleep, now, at last, I have hope that better days are coming...