Summer Rains

We came back with the intention of staying for several days to gain momentum.

When we arrived the sky was cloudy, but dry. That was good, not only because the roads get so bad in the rain, but also because we had a lot of stuff to unload and much of it was in the back of the truck, unprotected.

We had hardly gotten unpacked when it started to rain. Gerald and I stopped what we were doing and headed out to the porch to watch the rain and hear it beat on the tin roof.

Within minutes, it was raining hard. Gerald shouted to me over the sound that hail might be so loud as to run us off the porch.

About that time, it started to hail. Hard. Big bullets of hail about the size of Garbanzo beans. They fell so fast that soon the ground was covered with them.

Then the hail turned to rain again. Within minutes, all the washes were running.

It stopped as suddenly as it started. The sun illuminated the droplets on the trees and gave everything a beautiful, magical quality.