Rain? Wazzat?

We may actually get some for a change.

We're somewhere within the southern boundary of a Severe Thunderstorm Warning but heck. That's doesn't mean we're actually going to get any rain. A couple weeks ago we spent most of one day under a tornado warning. When a storm actually, eventually came through we had thunder and lightning! Wind! And not one drop of rain.

I really don't want the "Wicked Weather" being predicted for farther north. I just want some rain. I'm really not picky right now but a nice long night of gently falling . . . or even a good afternoon-long soaking would be a good start.

According to a local weatherjerk if we don't get any today, that's it for the week. Now, we did get about 20 minutes worth the day before yesterday, but that's all we've had since I don't know when. All it did was knock the dust back a little bit that afternoon.

We're not the only area in Florida needing rain. The whole state is and has been under a Red Flag Warning. It's so dry just about anything, even someone tossing a lit cigarette out a car window, can start a fire. And has.

Downstate some of the Interstates have been closed on occasion this year because smoke from wildfires made them impassable.

It's dryer this year than it was in 1998. That's a year hard to forget.

First we had so much rain there were floods everywhere and lotsa plant growth. Then when the rain stopped, everything that had grown died and . . . WOOSH!).

Endless gray for weeks: the air, the sky. Everything everywhere. The city closed the rented, low-bid, self-contained office building I worked in when it filled with smoke not because it was close to any of the fires, but because its dingbat heating and AC system sucked in smoke-filled air but wouldn't circulate any of it out.

With all the evacuations Hubby, a Red Cross Mass Disaster Specialist at the time, was on the go constantly making sure various shelters were staffed with volunteers and stocked.

After about five or six weeks when it finally calmed down here, that's when the wildfires really took off downstate. Because of the smoke and fire threat, they ended up postponing the Daytona 500 for several months.

Hubby, who was running a shelter somewhere in the area that the Red Cross had opened for evacuees, did manage to get in a quick call home. To wish me a happy wedding anniversary.

The only thing that would provide enough precipitation to stop the wildfires some "experts" claimed, was if Florida were hit by hurricane.

It was so bad at the time, that became something to hope for.

I sure would like some rain.