About 3:30 Saturday morning, I was awakened by a fierce clap of thunder. With anticipation I went to the window. I saw some heat lightning to the west but no rain falling. I went back to bed expecting to be lulled into blissful slumber by the falling rain at any moment.
That was it for Saturday but the weathermen had promised that Sunday was really going to be the day for rain. And it came. I know that because I was out on the patio counting the drops. Literally. Not enough to dampen the ground even.
It has been cooler. It appears today's high will top out at around 87, easily 20 degrees cooler than the other day. The skies have been grey. Or gray. (I never can remember which is which.) But rain? Never anything more than those random drops, so far. This is the alleged height of our "Monsoon Season". Not too monsoony, if you ask me.
But I will continue to have hope. After all the football season is nearing and everyone knows one can only truly play real man's football in mud.
