Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Tuesday September 3 2013
It was so deliciously auspicious: 60% chance of heavy rain, and a Flash Flood Warning.
And it started out so promising. The skies dimmed; a light rain began falling in the morning. It lasted an hour… the mountains disappeared, the horses got wet…
Finneas even rolled and covered himself in mud, something he rarely does (he rather likes to stay clean and shiny, because he's a grandson of the Black Stallion).
It lasted another hour…
and fizzled. Sun came out and dried the ground in shorter time than it took to get wet.
Showers and thunderstorms are still likely through tomorrow night, but the sun is gaily shining and I don't hold out much hope. I'll believe it when I can dance in it.