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A Little Rain Must Fall

Last night it rained here in Savannah. It was pretty heavy at times with lightning crashing all around and lots of wind. The kind of rain where the National Weather Service keeps breaking in on the radio to tell you about it and warn of potential hail on the pocket change scale. Fortunately they weren’t comparing it to fruit. Hail on the fruit scale can be pretty scary.

As I’ve said before, I like rainy days. I even like the bad storms. There is something awe inspiring about watching the uncontrollable power of an intense storm. I especially like sitting someplace dry like a screen porch and watching the storm rage around me.

On Deck of Container ShipYesterday I got to be right out in it. And that’s not so bad when you are dressed for it. Unfortunately I wasn’t. When I went up onto the ship it was sunny and a steamy 95 degrees. Sure there were clouds in the sky. And I’d even heard the NWS break into the radio once as I was heading out to the port. But they were talking about stuff a couple counties away from where I was. And I distinctly heard them say something about very little apparent motion to the storms they were talking about.

But then you can’t trust the weather guessers, can you?

There I was huddling out on deck under a container trying to keep dry without so much as a jacket. I’d make dashes out into the deluge to snap a photo or two and then right back under cover. Then the water started collecting on deck and I found myself standing in a small river.

Rain at the Container TerminalI don’t even mind so much getting wet, especially when I know I can go straight home after the job to get dried off and a change of clothes. The digital camera and the cell phone don’t deal with it so well, however. Funny, that they weren’t even what I was worried about. My paperwork was far from dry. Nothing like a little downpour to make your notes bleed all over each other.

During the job was not so bad because I could sort of camp under cover. The real trick was getting back to my car. It was a bit of a hike. And there was no cover. In the end I was pretty soggy.

Jesus gave us an interesting perspective on the weather. He said this about God:

He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.

Why is that profound? Well for one thing it doesn’t matter who you are. The weather that’s happening is going to happen to you.

It also means that God is no respecter of persons. He is going to give all of us the balance of rain and sun that we are going to get regardless of what we might “deserve”.

In the end there is still nothing we can do to control the storm when it decides to rage.

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Another Rainy Day

Last night Gorgeous and I went to sleep with the lightning flashing and thunder rumbling. I don’t know if it rained all night, but it is raining as I get up and get moving this morning. And while the thunder isn’t as loud right now I can still hear some rumbling in the distance.

As we were settling in Gorgeous said, “I like it when it rains.” And I do too. I love stormy weather.

There’s something thrilling about seeing the sky darken and the trees start swaying as the wind picks up. And then as the rain picks up, the lightning starts crashing. There’s always a feeling that you could be in danger. I love being out in it if I can find a way to stay dry. I always want to be able to smell the storm as it blows through.

I always feel a little disappointed when we run from a hurricane. I know it is the wise thing to do, get out of the way. But I can’t help feeling a little envious of the silly folks on TV trying to stand and be heard in the wind where the storm comes ashore.

When we lived in the condo in Florida we had a screen porch. I would go out there and sit sometimes for hours and enjoy the thunder storms. I remember a particularly strong storm one night. Gorgeous slid the door back and suggested that it was getting pretty bad and I might want to come back inside. I gave her some manly bluster about there being no danger.

Within five minutes there was a lightning strike that must have been really close because the thunder was shattering and practically preceded the flash. I made an equally manly retreat back inside, giggling some nervous chatter about how I’d seen enough. That adrenalin rush lasted me for quite a while.

I think we found Fat Boy under the bed.

Rainy weather is the best for sleeping. Why is that?

The truth is I would much rather crawl back under the covers this morning than head off to meet with the guys at Starbuck’s. Really there is nothing better than a snooze during a storm. Maybe that’s another reason why I like the rain. It goes hand and glove with my love of sleepy time.

The only time in my life when I didn’t really like the nasty weather was when I was flying with the Navy. Airplanes and thunderstorms don’t mix. Especially when you are trying to land. At the carrier.

I can give myself shivers thinking about it. Some of the most scared I’ve ever been in my life involved night traps with the lightning destroying my vision and the plane bouncing around on final from the turbulence.

Fortunately I was never splattered into the fantail at the back of the ship, what we called the spud locker. I don’t know why we called it that. The Navy’s got some weird traditions.

Anyway I’m off to hang with the guys over coffee, then head into work. It looks to keep the rain up most of the day. Our lawn will appreciate the drink. But here’s to hoping that there is nothing but desk work for us today!

Stay dry.

Enjoy!

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