Relief

Yesterday was as bad a weather day as anything else we'd had all week, which is saying something. It wasn't quite as hot, but OH MY GOD THE HUMIDITY. I literally spent the entire day damp with sweat (yum!) and chugging down water to keep hydrated.

But then, around 5 p.m., it started to rain. I was in the middle of making dinner, and the second we were done eating*, I made a break for the front porch with A. and Cubby in tow. We sat there for at least an hour, with the dogs keeping us company, watching the lightning and listening to the thunder as storm after storm moved through, bringing with it sheets of rain for the parched plants and a cool breeze that was such a blessed relief I was tempted to do a dance of thanksgiving to the rain gods.

I didn't, though. Do a dance, I mean. Instead I just sat out on my porch with my husband and my son (and the dogs), savoring the relief that Mother Nature had finally sent our way after a week of suffering.

Beats air conditioning any day.

* We could have eaten on the porch, but I try to avoid ferrying cutlery, plates, napkins, food, and baby any farther from the kitchen than is necessary.