While Waiting For The Atmospheric River

Santa Clara County, CA – Shelter-in-Place Week9

Weather forecast calls for an Atmospheric River for our general area between yesterday and Tuesday. We’re due a total of 0.03 inches of rain.ūüėā¬† I can’t help it…coming from New Orleans,¬† I would expect more rainfall during something called an Atmospheric River.¬† But, we’ll take all the rain we can get and it gives us something to think about besides the pandemic.

Partly over the weather forecast and partly because I wanted to smile today¬† ( while waiting for this weather forecast to materialize)¬† we’re watching ‘Singin’ In The Rain’…¬† take a few minutes to watch pure bliss unfold.¬† I mean, what else do you have to do? And who else remembers tap dance lessons?

Ellespeth  ♥

It Rained Early That Year – A Love Poem

It’s August, right?¬† And guess what?¬† We’re having a thunder and lightning/rain storm here is Silicon Valley California in August.¬† Very strange but…we’ll take what we can get.

It Rained Early That Year

That August
when it rained all night
and a grey sky dressed itself all up
with silvery sparkles
that was a powerful August
– not because it rained all night
but that it rained at all in August
naked on the balcony.


Last Night I Dreamed – Fiction

 Time for another installment of   Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the froggy link (after this piece) and come join us!

We need some rain here in California.  The world needs its people to conserve this precious resource Рwater.  So here goes this:

faucet-21-224x3001Last Night I Dreamed

It hadn’t rained in months and I was convinced it would never rain again.¬† We were using bath water, already shared,¬† on our balcony plants.

And then I dreamed I was back on the bayou hosing down Grandma’s¬† carport.¬† It was raining cats and dogs but shell roads dry fast, and Grandma wanted that carport hosed down so people didn’t track dust inside all day.¬†¬† A thin sheet of tin covered the carport.¬† The sound of rain, hitting the tin, was magical.

I woke up crying and thankful for the wet taste of salt on my lips.


PHOTO PROMPT ‚Äď ¬© Madison Woods

Some Days Are Like That – A Poem

The sister of the toddler I watch – Friday mornings – couldn’t find her rain boots this morning.¬† It was quite a scene and – when she finally left for kindergarten – quite a mess was left behind her!¬† It hasn’t been the best day for me either!

Some Days Are Like That
When she couldn’t find her rain boots
she cried.
Then she put on her red dress
and went outside
to greet the day.