The sky is, indeed, dark and lowering this morning. The day isn’t getting brighter; it looks more like coming nightfall. St. Swithin’s Day was yesterday and we had no rain; happily, I think the good saint is about to be proved wrong, but that’s okay with me. We need rain.
A cousin called last night. We must have talked for well over an hour. She and I are nearly the same age and lived near each other for several years. We don’t get together any more except by phone, so we had a lot of catching up to do. Emails are nice, but actual letters are nicer and a phone call is next best to an actual sit-down visit.
The town where my cousin’s family and my family lived was prone to storms. A couple of tornadoes had actually hit the town. So, everyone had a healthy respect for dark skies. When the eerie sound of the tornado siren split the air, everybody took notice. Perhaps that’s one reason why, although I love rain, I do have a healthy respect for the forces of nature.
Those dark and lowering skies are living up to their promise. Rain falls in sheets and torrents. I’m glad. The earth was thirsty. Wherever you are this morning, if you need moisture, I hope you get it. It’s a good day to curl up with a cozy mystery as wind and rain accompany your reading.
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