Day 224; Footnotes of Raindrops and Petrified Pups

 I went nowhere today. Well, I didn’t leave the dirt road. The furthest I went was to my nephew’s for a mess of okra. Other than that, I stayed home. I did get a lot of calls from mom. Every call had a legitimate question. Even the one asking if I had found the missing kittens. No, I haven’t, but then, I haven’t looked for them either. They will either show back up or they won’t. There is just too much ground and too many places where she could have moved them for me to go searching. I did see a solid grey cat on the steps trying to eat what was out there. All I had to do was step out on the back porch and speedy was history.

I did think about hiking the back woods. I haven’t followed the creek in a while and I’m curious as to how high the creek is after all the rain we’ve had the past couple of days. Like today.

I was sitting here trying to get caught up reading the work of those I follow when I felt the breeze pick up. It wasn’t but a few minutes before the bottom had fallen out and it was pouring rain. Looking across the yard it almost looked like a wall of water falling. I left the dogs outside on the front porch until that first really loud rumble of thunder. Once they were inside they stood staring at the door as if daring the thunder monster to try and get them now.

Yeah, my yard is dirt. We have never been able to get grass to grow.

Within a short time, the sun came out, while it was pouring rain. I went outside to try and get photos. The dogs followed me, watching the rain falling. There hadn’t been anymore thunder, so I left them on the porch and came back inside.

Then suddenly a storm I had thought over seemingly backtracked and the winds picked up. For what ever reason, Molly is terrified of the wind. I don’t know if the chimes on the front porch has anything to do with her fear or not. As it was, I let them back inside.  Together we watched the rain falling. I stood in the doorway for a while, feeling the mist blowing in through the screen. I watched as the rain drops hit the leaves of the sapling just outside the fence. The leaves bouncing and moving as if they were a musical instrument being played. The trees out back dancing and swaying to the music being played by the winds and rain.

While you can’t tell, it is still pouring rain when this was taken.

If the rain hadn’t been quite that hard, I might still have took that hike. But, Lord willing, tomorrow is another day.

My son came in from work as the storm was ending. Once again he had missed to worst of the rain and was barely wet. I’m glad as the mom factor was ramped up high worrying about him being on that motorcycle in the pouring rain.

Even though some days may all seem to run together, each one similar, each one has their individual moments. Each one still unique in their own ways. I may not have actually got in my car and gone anywhere, but I still had conversations with friends, still had moments of laughter at the kittens who are still out back. Moments of peace, calm and contentment. Moments to simply be happy.