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.😂 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?
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
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.
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 – water. So here goes this:
Last 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 – © Madison Woods
The drought isn’t over but it’s rained all day in the Bay Area. I hope it’s a blessing of good rains to come!The Day It Rained Again
I ran all the way home
just to tell you it was raining.
When I got there you were standing
wet and smiling
on the balcony.
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
Then she put on her red dress
and went outside
to greet the day.
When I think about Jazz I think of
sweat and humidity
and silver moonlight
on a golden horn. I think of
midnights scented with rain,
brick floors, and vibrations felt in my soul.
I think of wet kisses.