As I write this, I can hear thunder. It rained for all of five minutes. I looked at the radar for our area, and watched as the big red blob signifying heavy rain traveled from southwest to northeast–to the south, and then to the east of us. As best as I can tell, watching the swirling animated precipitation map, we got less rainfall just now than anywhere else in the county. No, wait! I hear rain again! I’m really supposed to be writing up a grocery list, but I’ll keep you posted.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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If I could, I would. It didn’t rain much the second time I heard it, either.
You’re stealing all of our rain. Give it back! The only rain in our area has been just over the border in NYS. Can you send some south to NJ for me?