rain

By afternoon, the rains began. In fact I was at a meeting and in a moment of distraction looked out the window and noticed the dark clouds rolling in. We all heard a clap of lightening, which is of course, a sound not heard during the frigidity of winter. It is the sound of confrontation between warm and cool, and it started the showers.

These are steady rains, not great bursts.

The soils are so soaked that water glides just above the grass and dirt as it flows down to the ditch along the road. This makes the ground not only soggy, but squeaky, as water squirts out from under one's foot. For days now, the White River (which I cross 3 or 4 times in morning and evening) is up over its banks, flowing rapidly.

But with the dog, out in the yard, I forgot about the floods. I worried about the rain being too hard on the daffodils (isn't that like a fickled gardener?). While the grass is up and green, it is still not high, and none of the obnoxious weeds are up full force, making the lawn more manicured than it normally looks.