I woke up in the middle of the night earlier this week to rain and wind beating at the windows. I got up and closed the windows and watched the lightening for a bit. The pre-teen woke up and we talked about storms for a bit. The other two slept right through it. Rain poured down while the wind blew through the trees, cracking off an odd branch here and there. The lightening created spooky pictures of the pond and outbuildings, but we were safe inside.

The rain has been prodigious this summer in many places across the country. Nearly everyone I talk to is tired of the rain. Oh, for the days when we prayed for it to rain! I am glad that the aquifers, the lakes, the streams, and the reservoirs are filling up, but I wouldn’t turn away a day of hot sunshine if it were to blow in.

All the tomatoes I carefully put out earlier are still hard and green. I think they are waterlogged. The plant itself is like the King Kong of my garden. Huge arms of sticky, furry leaves have toppled the wire cages I placed around them when little. Tiny, yellow flowers pop up only to be drooping by morning because of the heavy rains. My garden is lush and green, true, but no produce. My onions are lying on their sides like submissive subjects praying to the sun gods to come out and dry up the ground enough so that they can grow. I also think that the kittens have tromped over them so that they no longer stand at attention on the edges of the beds.

My children are pale and wan as they stay in yet another day. Hard to play golf and tennis when the rain is pouring. Swimming is out with frequent bouts of lightening skittering across the sky. The cats are soggy and the chickens are testy. imagesOur drive often looks like it is littered with soggy pieces of pinkish yarn when in reality it is covered with gasping worms coming up for a bit of air as their homes are flooded.

While I am not a big proponent of Global Warming or the newly coined Mini Ice-Age, I do have my concerns with all the rain. I scroll through extended forecasts on my Accu-Weather app and on the “Sort of sunny” days there is still a 56% chance of rain or a thunderstorm or two. Have you ever noticed how creative the weather folks have been when being forced to tell us that there is going to be rain yet again? Here are some of their efforts: “Patchy clouds, A stray afternoon t-storm, Partly sunny and humid, Some sun with showers possible.” My favorite is up at the top of the app: “It will begin to rain in 23 minutes.” Seriously? Twenty-three?

I know the weather folks are trying to be helpful and it must be difficult to find different ways to say, “More rain today” when the viewing audience is praying for brilliant sunshine. The rain does provide one HUGE positive for the kids though. With no effort at all, they declare that it is much, much too wet to mow. They expoimages (1)und on the dangers of getting the equipment out with the possibility of lightening or the disadvantage of getting bogged down in the grass and ruining the blades and poor, poor dad will have to fix them on his day off. And we don’t want to upset dad do we? Better not to mow, or run the weed eater for that matter. Oh yes, rain is good for certain demographics.

As for me, I am tired of the rain and would love to see some sunshine. With the garden drowning, I must take a more practical approach in dealing with the rain.

I have ordered a truckload of gopher wood and fifteen gallons of pitch!



About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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