I heard thunder in the distance this morning so I slipped out of bed and poked the brew button on our coffee machine to get the java going in case the storm took out the lights when it rumbled past. Experience taught me that this is the best course of action.
We haven't had a good rain in a few weeks and when I surveyed the garden yesterday I could tell it was thirsty.
This morning, I made my way to our screen porch to watch the approaching storm. It was 77 degrees at 5:30 a.m. but I knew that wouldn't last.
The thunder marched closer and the wind started playing a song on the chimes. We've collected chimes for years. We have some tiny chimes, some made of stainless steel, and some of glass. We have one set made of bamboo and they provide the percussion for the windsong.
And then we have some tuned chimes that are over four feet long. They sound like cathedral bells.
To add to the ambience, we have a strand of clear Christmas lights around the top edge of the porch, and we leave them up year around. It's the perfect light from dusk till dawn.
Jilda often sleeps through morning storms, but this one got her moving when thunder rattled the windows.
She came searching sleepy-eyed, and joined me. We sat in silence for a long while. Soon the rain came and the sound on the metal roof was like a low-flying jet.
The storm stomped southward, and soon our rooster began giving the all clear to everyone in the area. That's a service he provides.
This morning, I made my way to our screen porch to watch the approaching storm. It was 77 degrees at 5:30 a.m. but I knew that wouldn't last.
The thunder marched closer and the wind started playing a song on the chimes. We've collected chimes for years. We have some tiny chimes, some made of stainless steel, and some of glass. We have one set made of bamboo and they provide the percussion for the windsong.
And then we have some tuned chimes that are over four feet long. They sound like cathedral bells.
To add to the ambience, we have a strand of clear Christmas lights around the top edge of the porch, and we leave them up year around. It's the perfect light from dusk till dawn.
Jilda often sleeps through morning storms, but this one got her moving when thunder rattled the windows.
She came searching sleepy-eyed, and joined me. We sat in silence for a long while. Soon the rain came and the sound on the metal roof was like a low-flying jet.
The storm stomped southward, and soon our rooster began giving the all clear to everyone in the area. That's a service he provides.
What wonderful word pictures you paint,Rick. You should get paid for it!;>) Loved this- xo Diana
ReplyDeleteI love chimes too, we have a few, but only the most sturdy ones are outside, we get quite a 'breeze' here in the desert.....I think the rooster needs a post...lol
ReplyDeleteI love a good thunder and lightening storm... it clears the air... I just like to be indoor when it happens ;-)
ReplyDeleteYour title brought to mind an old folk song by Gordon Lightfoot. But your post is truly the opposite picture from that in the song.
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I used to love thunder storms. We don't have many if any around here.
ReplyDeleteI am the kind that would step outside to get drenched and watch and this could not be a very good idea.
Chicago had doozies and we never failed to have one when we were there.Around the Toronto area we came across one ugly one that even scared me. The rooster is always a good sign that all is well. Animals know.:)
That rooster is great story fodder. Love your word pictures.
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I love these lines: "The thunder marched closer and the wind started playing a song on the chimes. " lovely telling of a storm! Thanks.
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