This morning I had the dubious pleasure of seeing that nothing is really what it seems, nothing is always constant. We had a storm last night. That is, we had a very brief, heavy rain storm which swept by our small town – thunder and lightning in the distance – and was gone almost before it had been noticed. The day had been warm, the evening balmy, and the rain disappeared from the sidewalks quickly. That is, in our small town. Our neighbors didn’t have it quite so good.
Photo Credit: muha… – Creative Commons
Traveling in to college this morning we had to take a detour – thanks to a few firemen who hadn’t thought to block a street off properly this involved the driver reversing his bus three hundred yards up a hill. In a small valley there was the remains of a flood, but not just any flood. The rains had washed the fields clean, leaving debris blocking our planned route which had to be pumped away before the street could be hosed clean.
In another town, also just a few miles away, I was told there was, late into the day, the remains of hail on the streets: pea-sized balls of ice which gathered as if they were snow drifts on the side of the road.
Streets were strewn with the remains of flowers, earth, blossom and branches from older trees. And it all passed us by, in our peaceful town, in just a few minutes, left us in peace. Nature being picky!
Love & Kisses, Viki.