Yesterday the weathermen/women started jabbering early about strong storms moving into the area in the evening. Monday evenings Jilda does a community yoga class. The normal crew is people from 18-80.
We'd rather not have our folks driving through turbulent weather, so Jilda made a management decision early in the day to cancel class.
Jilda was still at work when I got home yesterday afternoon. I hate missing yoga, so I decided to do yoga alone on the back deck. When I practice alone, each pose is slow...and methodical. I try getting the alignment as good as I possibly can while breathing deeply.
One moment I felt a gentle breeze out of the south and the next a cooler breeze whipped out of the west. The winds aloft sounded angry. It sounded like jet aircraft racing just above the clouds.
The last part of yoga is called Shavasana. Laying there paying attention to my breath, fat raindrop hit in the middle of my forehead. A moment or two later, one hit my stomach. Soon the rain peppered down.
In the past, I would have snatched up my mat and hustled inside to roll it up in the shelter of the great room. But we haven't had any substantial rain in over three months, so I laid there and let it rain on me.
By the time clouds moved off to the north and east we'd gotten well over an inch of rain. It wasn't a drought buster, but it was a start.
We're supposed to get more tonight, but the shower tonight comes with a threat of violent weather. It will be eyes to the skies for several more hours.
We'd rather not have our folks driving through turbulent weather, so Jilda made a management decision early in the day to cancel class.
Jilda was still at work when I got home yesterday afternoon. I hate missing yoga, so I decided to do yoga alone on the back deck. When I practice alone, each pose is slow...and methodical. I try getting the alignment as good as I possibly can while breathing deeply.
One moment I felt a gentle breeze out of the south and the next a cooler breeze whipped out of the west. The winds aloft sounded angry. It sounded like jet aircraft racing just above the clouds.
The last part of yoga is called Shavasana. Laying there paying attention to my breath, fat raindrop hit in the middle of my forehead. A moment or two later, one hit my stomach. Soon the rain peppered down.
In the past, I would have snatched up my mat and hustled inside to roll it up in the shelter of the great room. But we haven't had any substantial rain in over three months, so I laid there and let it rain on me.
By the time clouds moved off to the north and east we'd gotten well over an inch of rain. It wasn't a drought buster, but it was a start.
We're supposed to get more tonight, but the shower tonight comes with a threat of violent weather. It will be eyes to the skies for several more hours.
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Batten down the hatches. Hop you bust the drought and dowse the fires.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad that the rains finally came. And hope the wild weather doesn't eventuate.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you got rain. We had a little bit come down for about 15 minutes. Weatherman says we should get more this week.
ReplyDeleteThey say "those who do not like rain, have never danced in it". I thought that about this while reading your post.
Lisa
I've never practiced yoga but I think I'd enjoy it. So thankful you got rain. Hope you don't get violent storms, just rain that is needed.
ReplyDeleteRAIN sounds good!!!!
ReplyDeleteI made a bunch of things from the picture! I grew to like it. LOL Gotta get back to some Yoga!
I hope you get the much needed rain and other stormy elements like flooding and tornadoes leave you alone.
ReplyDeleteHooray for the rain!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you got some rain finally. I hope the really wild weather conditions passed you by.
ReplyDeleteYeh rain!!! I have never been good at yoga! My sister-in-law is a yoga master!
ReplyDeleteHallelujah! I smiled at your image of lying prone and being rained on ... but can't wipe away the images from this evening's National news. Prayers going out to all in the path of the storms.
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