Rafter rain
And, like some kind of Madwoman of Seville, I went dashing out, camera poised, shutter open!
Okay, so you’ll have to squint a little hard at this photo in order to see the stream of blessed rain flying off my barge rafter. Still, since it’s one for the record books (the rain, that is, not my barge rafter, although the barge rafter, coupled with that classic knee brace and open soffit, is a fine example of the Craftsman architectural style about which I do have a small clue and thus, in my humble opinion, a worthy if modest candidate for the historical record…but I digress), I just had to get a shot.
Not to be greedy, but more please more!
Yes! It rained ever-so-briefly in the Alvin/Pearland area as well! For 5 minutes we were blessed with the gift of sweet, sweet precipitation, and the melodious sound of thunder to accompany it.
I say “melodious” because it feels like I haven’t heard thunder much since the drought started. I missed it.
Yes, it was glorious! And perhaps there will be a tad more of this magic on the morrow morn!