I woke this morning to a caucus of crows and heavy footsteps on the roof. Were they protesting the presence of a raccoon? I got up to look while the clamoring continued as did the low rumblings. Too heavy for a raccoon, maybe the sound of construction nearby?
Benji startled and wondered at the noise and I tried to assure him.
Then continuing peals of thunder, low, rolling thunder- till heavy rain and pelting hail began to fall.
Days on end of eighty degree weather came to a crashing end – it was strange but comforting – pure Seattle weather. Locals posted – THUNDER – on social media sites – enjoying the sounds of the storm.
Yesterday we sat by the stream,
which is fed by rainwater, thanks to my husband’s creativity.
It drains into a rain barrel, then through an underground pipe to the stream across the yard.
The water was evaporating too quickly so just last week he added another barrel to hold the overflow.
The stream will continue to flow when the sunshine returns.
But today we’ll stay inside.