It is late on a Thursday night. Red lightning still occasionally fills the sky as the rain continues to fall. Lakes that had only 20% of their water left are now running over the spillways; all of this in less than a month. I hear little about El Nino, but suspect I will hear more about it as Summer goes on; perhaps rains will coat California as well come late Summer or Fall.
It seems there has been little time to mow, thanks to daily rains, but that should change next week as we finally get a break here. Maybe it's true that all droughts end in torrential floods. The water thus far I can handle; it's the massive number of tornados that kinda get to me. One evening there were so many tornados that the meteorologists on television couldn't keep up with them all.
The number of storm spotters on the roads have grown as well, so many that it has become a bit of a hazard in some areas at different points in time. Still, the access to data for those of us that live in rural areas, thanks to spotter reports via apps and social networks, is saving lives.
I thought I would be sick of the rain by now, but after years of watching the ponds go nearly dry and the cattle and land suffer, the sound of drops hitting the roof and running in a stream off of the roofline is comforting. I am glad, for once, to see the dust gone. Now I'll have to get used to the mud for a while.