A big storm went through - six tenths in a hurry. The whole driveway was running half an inch deep. Five miles north in the hills, I hear they got over an inch. Hallelujah! Everything looks better now. That drought was drying out my very soul. Now I feel like singing!
There was a lightning strike very close. Tzz-BANG! B's phone is out across the street, so maybe it was that close. I hear there was also a strike at an oil well south of town. A couple of trucks went tearing out that way. I hope all is well.
In the lull after the first five tenths, I went out to check on things and found hardly any water in the rain barrel. I got up on the stepladder, with all that lightning blasting around, and unclogged the downspout. Now the barrel is mostly full - not quite, but I can't complain. Hallelujah again!
A poem for today
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