I watched the storm swirl through yesterday. It’s one of my favorite mind emptying Zen activities.
The thunder moved back and forth across the sky like waves across the ocean. Clouds roiled in a dark sky. A short tornado warning for towns a few miles west along the mountain range. Unusual to say the least. We haven’t had a tornado come down the pass since 1977.
It’s been as wet here as I can ever remember in 32 + years. Not just the afternoon storm track from hot air rising against the mountains and then cooling to produce short duration thunderboomers. It’s been almost two months of each day filled for hours of overcast and drizzle. Buckets full of rain pour from an angry sky unable to saturate the already supersaturated soils. The sky continually weeps my tears and rivers of muddy gravel floods the streets of my life making travel difficult…..
The sun is low in the Western sky.The storm dissipates at it moves on to the Eastern plains.
It’s done raining.
I’m done crying.
I need to move along.
I can’t afford to stay……