Who would’ve thought it – the weather radar is now my most frequently watched TV station. I scan it multiple times a day, looking for patches of green, or better yet, yellow or red.
Mornings and evenings – I scan the sky for fluffy cumulus clouds, or even cumulonimbus, the towering thunderheads. Is there any promise of rain? I frequently try to convince myself that rain might be just an hour or two away.
I’m not even a farmer. The worst thing that could happen to me in this drought is that I could lose a few tomato plants. My heart goes out to the farmers who are watching their incomes dwindle with every rainless day.
I’m hoping to be awakened some night soon with the beautiful sounds of thunder and that ozone-like aroma that signals – rain.