June 10th, 2019

Well here we are, ten days into the "rainy" season and we finally got some rain. Hurrah! I was beginning to wonder!  Everything outside is so happy.  It's perking up and looking so much happier already!

The best part of this first real rain (we did have a few sprinkles earlier in the week, but we laugh at sprinkles.  I don't even have to take my hearing aids off to walk in sprinkles. It's isn't enough actual rain to count) is that is happened at night.  Before we went to bed last night we heard the thunder and saw the lightening.  So I wasn't at all surprised to wake up this morning to all of these lovely leftover rain drops clinging to flowers and leaves that will soon dry up in the unrelenting summer sun. 

Did I say summer? I', sorry, I meant to say, summer.  Heh.  I know, I know, officially it isn't summer until around the 21st of June, something like that right?  Well we jump the gun on that, every single year.  It's shorts and sandals weather here WAY before that.  Probably it's April when I start shifting from jeans to shorts. The sandals and short sleeved shirts most likely started even earlier.  The thing that marks "summer" or our summer anyway here is this shift to rain.

Yesterday, the humidity was indeed upon us.  And while Tim and I were out and about we noticed how not just oppressive the air was, all heavy and dark, but it was as if the weather was perched just on the brink of rain all day.  AT one point, as we were walking along, I looked skyward and said, "For heaven's sakes, just rain and get it over with will ya?"  But no, it just hung there silently.  

This morning, the rain finally having fallen, everything felt fresh and clean and light.  And so much cooler.  This morning it was a delight to be outside, just bringing in the garbage can.  It's was Hurrah, I'm outside!  Not, oh crap, I'm outside.  

I grabbed my camera (cellphone) and scampered around the yard taking photos (the ones above) of raindrops and, unintentionally, scaring the bunnies.  I wisely wore my rubber flipflops because not only is the lawn (or what passes for lawn) very wet  but the soil (or what passes for soil) clings like limpets to your shoes right after it rains here.  Rubber flipflops can be rinsed off.  Not so much my good leather sandals.  Just a little tip there.

I checked the weather forecast and yes indeedy, it appears that we are in for at least some rain every single day this week.  Or perhaps night.  It would be especially nice if the rain was only working the night shift for awhile. Ease us into this rainy season stuff.  

Soon enough it will the kind of humidity that makes you sweat just thinking about going outside.  The kind where your clothes stick to you.  The type where it is actually possible to break into a sweat while showering.  The sort of humidity that makes you feel as if you have learned to breathe under water.  I'm not a huge fan of August in Florida.  

On the other hand, Joy posted some photos yesterday from up in  Yellowstone.  It snowed yesterday in Yellowstone.  The phone are stunning. Of course.  She takes beautiful photographs.  But I think I prefer rain in June over Snow in June. I don't have to shovel rain.