I will admit, at first thought the title of this post had a different connotation for me a decade or two ago, but alas, last night in the ranch it was a rain storm. Not just a rain storm, but a deep, slow, darkly brewing mess that rose from the east, simmering for hours before unleashing a torrent.
A neighbor texted me from New Mexico and asked about rain. I scoffed, showers, nothing heavy, but the darkness as such was already brewing further east. It seemed such a mess to be in the Spanish Peaks, so a shower or two transpired our way but the day seemed normal and yard work continued.
When the rains began? They came in earnest, in full force, seemingly with a vengeance and we took a heavy, heavy pounding. Lightening, thunder, hail, and driving, beating rain. The gutter over the walkway on the deck was spewing out water four inches thick, looking light white water with the froth and velocity.
It was driving, but a marvel to watch. I have had an enigmatic roof leak that finally is resolved and for the first time since my arrival, it was safe, dry and warm inside to watch the carnage outside. In the middle of the overnight electric trucks were in the ranch to tend to wires behind the back side of Powers Road. I’ll have to see if my wired neighbors are fairing okay today.
