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One of the reasons why I love where I live: flash rainstorms. We woke up this morning to overcast skies (after many days of beating, blaring sun). It cleared for a bit, but then in mid afternoon the power flickered, thunder rumbled, and the sky cracked open overhead in a sudden deluge, sheets of water, rain as loud as hail, flooding the front walk in minutes. Where Devon was (on the other side of town), the rain came so hard, so fast that the drains backed up, reversed, and spewed two feet fountains out of the sinks. Over here the rain tapered off within five minutes and died to a trickle not long after, leaving the garden shaded and rain-splattered and beautiful.

delicatetruth: I'm sure this isn't at all like autumn weather for you, but for us today was like like a blessed day of autumn, come to visit in early summer.


( And, ah, it was so beautiful. +1 )

Dude the cat was outside when the rain began, and was much displeased; Woof the dog found it most distressing that I insisted on going outside while the sky was growling. And so the day was not wholly beloved among the furry family kin. But as I have recently remembered exactly, precisely, why I hate sun and warm weather, it was a most welcome break for me.

On an unrelated, perfectly sunny recent day, Woof the dog rolled in something nasty and had to have a bath. She hates them, but they're secretly amusing because she, an otherwise white and fluffy American Eskimo mutt, turns into a funny-looking stringy offwhite drowned rat of a mess. For example:

( Picture? Why of course I have a picture! )

I know I've been a wealth of picspams lately, but when I have my camera around because I've been using it, I'm more likely to use it again, and again, and...