Rain.

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While out watering, again I was amazed to notice it raining.  I didn't believe it would rain much or long.  Boy was I wrong.  I really didn't need to water, but there is no way I could have guessed.  Usually, from what I have seen my decade and change here, is most summers there was no rain from May or June until sometimes as late as Christmas.  Or very little, starting in later August or September.  I believe we get around eleven inches a year.  Between the last two rains, nearing August, I would bet we got a quarter of our yearly supply.  Well, and much in spring.  Not too much just way more than usual.

Oh, I love it.  If I wish I hadn't wasted water.  Though even that wasn't too bad.  I had just planted a bag of seed all around.  A small area in back, which was watered first, then a larger area in the side yard which was to be watered when the ducks were let out.  Most of the seed went up front.

I had watered three of the four squares of the eastern front yard when I first encountered rain.  It was so light I ignored it as I did the last square.  I use smaller squares because small trees keep my larger setting from being successful.  The next two areas were as large as I could water with that sprinkler.  Two moves covered the rest of the front, western, lawn.  It had started really hitting, but my mind just... didn't want to believe!

It was gorgeous to be out in it.  Coming down like a water shout, as if close to a massive waterfall, with a heavy sound component.  And so cooling.  I thought it might cool the valley off, but not so much.  It remains between 60º and 62º.  Yeah, but out in it, it really was wonderful.

I had meant to do more watering but I finally surrendered, if with a big smile.

Oh, and I was gifted with an extended lightning storm.  No thunder, which was fine.