We got a good long rain Saturday, just when we were starting to think it might never rain again. That it would just get a little hotter every day, on a week that began with reports of fire tornadoes in the west. It’s only been a month since the last rain here, but it feels longer, and when I saw the flashes of distant lighting in the night, I dismissed the possibility, convincing myself it was man-made. The summers have gotten more humid in the two decades I have lived here, and when the triple-digit August sun shines on you in the afternoon you feel like it is steaming the last drops of moisture out of the ground. The trees look like they are barely hanging in there, the goldenrod wilts before it blooms, and the grasses give up and say see ya next year, suckers.
Mr. Prolong versus the Swamp Thing
Mr. Prolong versus the Swamp Thing
Mr. Prolong versus the Swamp Thing
We got a good long rain Saturday, just when we were starting to think it might never rain again. That it would just get a little hotter every day, on a week that began with reports of fire tornadoes in the west. It’s only been a month since the last rain here, but it feels longer, and when I saw the flashes of distant lighting in the night, I dismissed the possibility, convincing myself it was man-made. The summers have gotten more humid in the two decades I have lived here, and when the triple-digit August sun shines on you in the afternoon you feel like it is steaming the last drops of moisture out of the ground. The trees look like they are barely hanging in there, the goldenrod wilts before it blooms, and the grasses give up and say see ya next year, suckers.