Stepping onto the patio this morning reminded me of movie scene. The genre with intriguing posters, enough to draw me in. The sky was eerily colorless, with mist and fog surrounding everything my eyes could see. When taking a breath of air, my lungs felt heavy and full. Puddles remained on patterned bricks, while new bird feeders were tossed to the ground. The evening before, it had rained the whole night through. Deep thunder shook my home with walls rumbling from outside to in.
My son warned me about this week on Sunday. He expected to work a lot of overtime at the Weather Service. “How many days,” I remember asking him? “Most of the week,” he answered, without missing a beat. “Beginning on Tuesday.”
Within minutes the ceiling of the endless sky opened wide, showering the green grass while bending new flowers in half. Raindrops fell hard and fast, turning to hail the size of marbles. Regretfully, patio bricks were pummeled, chipping red pavers here and there. Nearly everywhere.
Suddenly a screeching sound was heard, startling Doodle dog and even myself. There on my phone, an automatic alert. Checking the text it read, “Warning, Flash Floods Within Your Area. Not Safe for Driving.”
With the coming of spring, I must accept the weather that accompanies it which often includes running to the basement without electricity. Provisions are stashed in case of an emergency. Flashlights, water, food and medication together with blankets and even a change of clothes. Hopefully, they will never be needed.
Here in the mid-west we are all in for several new months of thunderstorms and lightening. Hail, high winds, and even tornadoes are here or may be coming our way. We accept many concessions with God’s gifts of the season. Still, to feel warm sunshine falling on the naked of my face while passing the beauty of flowering trees during a walk with my dog. That, together with watching the blooming of my mother’s yellow roses all seem like a very small price to pay. At least on this day.