It rained here today.
So you say, "Big deal, you're on the Texas Gulf Coast, it's positively tropical!" Ah, not lately, Dear Reader, not lately. It has been very dry for something like 39 days, with no appreciable rain. Burn bans are in effect and many municipalities are calling for water conservation measures.
People are putting stamps on letters with paper clips. The Baptists are sprinkling, the Methodists are using a wet handkerchief and the Lutherans are issuing rain checks. We have catfish in the pond a year old that don't know how to swim yet.
To say it has been dry is an understatement. I got out of my car the other evening and smelled the aroma of hay. Fresh, dry hay. Since there were no hay bales or rolls nearby, I looked over at my lawn and saw the brown, withered grass doing it's best imitation of Coastal Bermuda.
The high pressure "bubble", as the weather people refer to it as, has maybe slipped a little. "Bubble" is a little misleading; it sounds like Lawrence Welk is playing a polka in the clouds, with happy people dancing in the streets to "champagne music". We're all sweating like pigs in the heat. It's been over 100º for, like ten days in a row, so there's not much of the implied "kicking-up-of-the-heels" going on around here.
I think they should describe it as a looming, apocalyptic dragon slowly cooking us in our own humid shirts.
But it rained today. For about 30 minutes in Pasadena (where I work) and maybe about the same amount of time in my home town. Of course, the pavement was about 120º F and the entire parking lot was nearly dry half an hour later.
Maybe our weather is getting back to normal.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Rain, Rain, Come Again, Go Away Some OTHER Day!
Posted by aA at 7:36 PM
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That one paragraph about the Baptists and Lutherans ¡es magnífico!
I'm totally stealing it if we ever have a drought like that. Not likely around here, though.
I almost wet myself when I saw the rain, but quickly realized I better conserve....
Yeah, Bubba! It's dry alright!
We haven't resorted to drinking our own urine at the Invigilator Ranch yet, but I did quaff a couple bottles of domestic swill that came disturbingly close in hue and aroma to the offending aqueous solution last weekend.
King of Beers indeed!
It rained in Texas City, your home town?
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