After many rainless months, it decided to rain and won’t stop it. Yesterday I wrote about a nice gentle rain, a rarity here. Today came the deluge. It rained over an inch in one hour. The rain hit the west windows of my house so hard that at first I thought it was hail. When I watched, it looked like a giant bucket of water poured on them continuously. Then the water falls started. When I first moved here nearly six years ago, a lot of rain brought only one giant waterfall most of the time. More recently a lady built a house closer than I would like. She cleared off a lot of native grass, various native bushes, and a number of juniper trees. Even with the grass she planted, water runs off her property onto mine in a little river. It runs so rapidly it is creating a small arroyo which gets deeper each time it rains. Since they predict thunderstorms for the next few days, if it keeps this up we might have a chance to catch up a little on the rain. Hopefully, next time the rain will flow more gently. When it gushes like this afternoon and evening, rocks, dirt, debris wash onto my drive. After the first round of rain, dirt lay more than an inch deep in some places and rocks lay scattered about. I managed to clean off the worst of the dirt before the rain began again.
Living here in the Panhandle of Texas demands an new attitude about weather. Expect anything. I’ve seen it drop 50 degrees in an hour, go from 40 at night to 80 plus the next day, rain dirt, blow dust like fog, snow two feet and a couple of days later reach 55. To an outsider, this may sound dreadful but I find numerous pluses: the sun shines most days; it is not humid; summer days can be a bit of heaven on earth even if hot during the day–perfect evenings for lounging on the patio with food, friends, and wine; winter does not last forever and neither do the winter clouds. Winter in the Midwest is downright gloomy. Not here.
Now I am going to bed, hoping lightning streaks and thunder rolls do not awaken me at 3 in the morning.