I mean take your breath away, pop your eyes out, fry your brain cells, hot
Last night I dreamed there was a thunderstorm. I saw the lightning, it was orangey-pink. (Hey, it was my dream I can have lightning any color I want!) It must have been a side effect of having the window open all night with that warm, sticky, humid air wafting around the room. The atmosphere was right, so my brain decided to make up a story around it. And oh how the rain came down! The thunder roared… it was a very vivid dream.
I do miss the rain. It's so miraculous that water falls from the sky. But where we live, rain in the summer is almost unheard of. We go for months at a time without a cloud in the sky. When there's no rain for that long sometimes you feel like God has forgotten you. Because I've always felt that rain was a special gift, like a blessing. And to go so long without it makes me uneasy.
It's early morning and warm already. I'm in the computer room looking out the front window. The Willow tree that we planted two years ago shades the front yard in the most comforting way. All the trees on our street are only a few years old with the exception of one or two established trees that the builders carefully left. But our new trees are doing so well I can just imagine what the street will be like ten years from now. Green and shady. I wonder if we will still be living here? I hope so because I want to see that street.
I am hoping to work for an hour or two this weekend in my neglected garden. There are spent flowers, overgrown vines and more than a few weeds to pull. But I'm waiting for evening to come before I tackle such chores for no one in their right mind gardens at midday.
Oh look, there's a bird in the tree in the front yard searching for the bird feeder that used to be there. The robins are starting to show up now there are so many lawns with so many worms to attract them. The bird that I'm waiting for though is the Mockingbird . We didn't have Mockingbirds where I grew up. I know of one that lives out at the edge of the development. When I go for a walk I hear him singing an unbelievable array of different songs that he's learned from all the birds around here. Maybe one day a mockingbird will live in our tree and I will listened to him all day long.