Subject: There is nothing like a line of thunderstorms. Nothing.
So, I’m watching, anticipating.
The garage where I’ve been keeping an eye on the weather while the Longhorns were winning faces west-northwest.
The trees start their silhouette dance with the sheet lightning around 9:15 p.m.
The pizza arrives at 9:20 p.m.
A downdraft from the racing storms slices through around 9:29 p.m. along with a few driven drops of rain. Rain. Precious rain.
By 9:35 p.m. the celebration begins with pouring rain, bracing wind, muffled thunder preceded by flashes of white light.
The air temperature drops ten degrees instantly.
By 9:39 p.m., it’s over. The trees are dripping, and the rumbling clouds race east.
The metrics? .28-inch.
The moment? Immeasurable.
© Jim McNabb, 2009
Editor’s Note: A good friend said that I should post the above, even though it isn’t about news. But, if one measure of news is “What people are talking about”, maybe it’s appropriate to post about last night’s rain.