Flood...

It started early with huge cracks of thunder and bolts of lightening close enough to see. The tops our old trees arched and swayed as the first gusts of the storm blew in. And then the sky literally opened up... and rained and rained and rained. Still now, twelve hours later, the air is laden, heavy and warm--almost like summer's last humid hurrah before it succumbs to the cool, dry air of Autumn.

I was waiting for the downpour to break so I could run out with the dogs, but that opportunity never came, so we went out in spurts. Darby literally had to be pushed out the front door and then refused to leave the steps. Poppy stood out in the rain, unfazed in her pursuit of whatever scent she'd caught. After being toweled down, they moped on the bay window, as if staring long enough out the window would change their fate.

By noon, it was coming down faster than the ground could absorb. The backyard was a pond, and the basement... oh, the basement.

It seemed like a good day for a stew and a nap, so that's exactly what we did. By the evening, it had let up to a drizzle, but the air is still hanging with water, gearing up for a repeat performance. According to the forecast-- Sunday, 73 and Rainy.

Sigh...