Drip, drip, drip

We had rain during the night!!! The first in many weeks. Not enough to take us out of a drought category, but still a help. It reminded me of a post I wrote in October last year, 2007, so I decided to run it again. Turn on your computer's sound to hear the little song.

October 2007
Ah.... Hear that?! Drip - drippy-tee - drip. YES! It's RAIN!! Finally! We have rain; days of the beautiful stuff! (Turning cartwheels here, if I knew how.)

October is normally our driest month of the year, but our drought is broken by the wettest October in local history. Not the hard, frog strangling, gully washers, but exactly the kind of rain needed: days of the softest, steadiest, gentle rain you ever saw measuring over five inches. In today's newspaper I read the outdoor watering ban is lifted; we may water our lawns as much as we want. HA!

I had almost forgotten how to turn on the windshield wipers of my car; it had been so long since I'd used them.

Our Governor has canceled his no outdoor burning ban for the state. (But some towns, such as Lexington, never allow burning inside city limits without stringent permits - ever.) And, in Eastern Kentucky, where our water supply begins in the Kentucky River, it has been down rated from extreme drought to severe drought.

I hope it does not make a stranger of itself and stay away long, again. All summer I worried about Glitter, the little goldfish that lives in the small waterlily pool. His water evaporated a good deal, and I am sure the temperature of it became very warm, maybe too warm.

I cannot add water straight from the tap into his pool because of chemicals used at the water treatment plant. Therefore, I tried to catch any rainwater that happened our way. Now that I have collected several inches lately and added it to his pool, maybe I can bring inside the assorted pans and buckets I left out in hopes of catching any, and every, stray drop of rain possible.

We did not get real rains during the summer, but occasionally, and rarely, a little white cloud would drip, thinly sprinkled drops, as if it, too, was perspiring in the severe heat we were enduring. We would look about the sunny, heat baked yard and say, "are drops falling? it is so hot even the clouds are sweating!"

Then, they would float on by, reminding me of "The Little White Cloud That Cried". Some of us remember that song recorded by Johnny Ray, it was a sweet little song. If you would like to listen to it, here is a link that will take you to a lovely page. Just turn up the sound and enjoy: http://www.stinalisa.com/LittleCloud.html