Out of the blue
Between June and November when the weather patterns are normal in south west Florida, we expect "out of the blue" monsoon like storms sometime in the afternoon.
Thunder, lightning, heavy rain are our delight when the cooler air from the Atlantic meets the warmer air from the Gulf of Mexico.
I say "delight" because I have enjoyed great thunderstorms for more than fifty years.
(Of course as a child I found thunder to be a bit scary. Mum tried to alleviate any fear by telling us that the angels were delivering coal to heaven - this was in the days when most British homes were heated (?!) with open coal fires. When the coal men delivered the coal in one hundred weight hessian sacks there was a load noise when the coal was tipped into the outside coal bin.)
Back from heaven and coal! We had a cracker-jack of a storm this afternoon from about 5:00 until 6:00. It came out of the blue. I enjoyed it.
(Every drop of rain is cherished in Florida though we'd rather have gentle soaking rains than these monsoon storms which fill gullies, creeks and retention ponds, but may not sink down into our aquifers.)
Each photo' distorted as it was taken through a mosquito screen on my lanai.
AND
Merciful heavens 1 - the gorgeous Zion dog is not freaked out by thunder and lightning. As was the case with his estimable predecessor Penne he does not tremble and hide, and like her he choses to me near me during storms.
Merciful heavens 2
I had the wisdom to take Zion for his "poop walk" an hour before the storm broke. He obliged.
Dogs are not like cats who have litter boxes, or babies who have diapers/nappies. Dogs need wise humans who can sense when a poop walk is necessary.
Thunder, lightning, heavy rain are our delight when the cooler air from the Atlantic meets the warmer air from the Gulf of Mexico.
I say "delight" because I have enjoyed great thunderstorms for more than fifty years.
(Of course as a child I found thunder to be a bit scary. Mum tried to alleviate any fear by telling us that the angels were delivering coal to heaven - this was in the days when most British homes were heated (?!) with open coal fires. When the coal men delivered the coal in one hundred weight hessian sacks there was a load noise when the coal was tipped into the outside coal bin.)
Back from heaven and coal! We had a cracker-jack of a storm this afternoon from about 5:00 until 6:00. It came out of the blue. I enjoyed it.
(Every drop of rain is cherished in Florida though we'd rather have gentle soaking rains than these monsoon storms which fill gullies, creeks and retention ponds, but may not sink down into our aquifers.)
Each photo' distorted as it was taken through a mosquito screen on my lanai.
AND
Merciful heavens 1 - the gorgeous Zion dog is not freaked out by thunder and lightning. As was the case with his estimable predecessor Penne he does not tremble and hide, and like her he choses to me near me during storms.
Merciful heavens 2
I had the wisdom to take Zion for his "poop walk" an hour before the storm broke. He obliged.
Dogs are not like cats who have litter boxes, or babies who have diapers/nappies. Dogs need wise humans who can sense when a poop walk is necessary.
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