Since January we've only had seven tenths of an inch of rain.
Everything green is in shock. No lawn mowers. No harvest.
Black cattle graze parched, yellow fields.
This morning the air was still and heavy--humid, gray and promising, but it wasn't until afternoon that rain came, a splashing and pouring, straight-down drench. Not much moisture, just a tiny taste, but rain, nonetheless.
I attended a function thirty miles out of town, and as I drove back in around seven o'clock, I pulled over to take some pictures of an unusual sky.
To the East there was a fan-shaped light in the clouds. That seemed odd because the sun was in the West.
Above and to the South large puff-ball cloud shapes hung lazily and shone as if full of light.
Toward the Southwest, a calm sunset quietly took place as if there weren't large hail and tornado spins an hour away from here.