Last night after 8:00 I was filling the fish ponds in the front yard. The temperature has been in the 90s and they were 1/2 full (or half empty from the fishes’ point of view). It was still very warm and a little muggy. I felt a water droplet on the arm not holding the hose and thought to myself, “Hmmm, that can’t be a splash from the pond, can it?” Well no it wasn’t. It started raining. Five minutes later it stopped. Then started again later and I had to make the kiddos come outside because they didn’t believe me when I said it was raining. When I woke up this morning it was still dripping enough to form puddles.
Here is driveway at work today:
Usually at this time of year we are getting ready to head to Michigan for summer vacation. We fully expect that we can have rain on any given hot and humid day there. Not here in Northern California where our rain should have come between November and April when the temps are much, much colder than now. In fact, we may have our very first rain-out of our Little League season tonight and we are in the post-post season.
The gods must be crazy.
