I love a rainy night.
I hate that song, but hey.
Last couple nights it has rained wiht some authority. Which has been most nice, and welcome. The tricky bits of my garden are in already, so it’s fine by me.
On the other hand, what I REALLY want to see is one of these:
A windy, rainy night like you get (if you’re lucky) about once a year. Oh, I don’t wish any property damage on anyone, or injury, God forbid, but I absolutely love to be out driving around in a horrible wind/rainstorm up to but not quite including a tornado. In fact, I’d love to be one of those tornado chasers.
A few years ago, I got caught in hurricane force winds on my way home from work- I watched as semis were blown off the road, hailstones pummeled cars all around me, trees blew across roads… even, less than two miles from home, watch a tar truck right in front of me get hit by lightning, and catch fire.
No, I don’t like to see anyone get hurt. But the idea that the slightest of acts of the Creator (and the most horrible of storms is a feeble thing compared to cosmic cataclysms) brings people such incredible fear. When god wants me, he’s gonna get me.
A few years ago I had one of those very rare, fortuitous encounters with fortune. I had just bought a brand new Husqvarna chain saw. The guy at the store insisted on putting the chain and bar on, fueling it and starting it up. I hate that, you just know that they are going to screw up something, but short of punching him, I couldn’t get him to stop. I threw the saw in the back of my Ranger and on the drive home, Isabelle started to kick in. Two blocks from home, a good-sized locust tree blew over right in front of me, completely blocking the road.
Another guy was driving the opposite direction at the time, we both got out. I could not believe my good fortune; he thought I was nuts!
Grabbed the Husky and cut that tree up like rare roast beef. The other fellow apologized for he didn’t have time to help me load up all the firewood, but at least he help load up what was on his side.