The fourth had some of Mother Nature’s fireworks that evening. One of those storms with boiling clouds, howling winds and buckets of rain rumbled across the village. The lightning flashes were about every 15 seconds and the occasional bolt of lightning. It was a constant rumble as the thunder rolled in and out of the clouds, no real sharp canon blasts. I shut things down and sat in the front room watching the buckets of water thrown at me, clouds churning like waves upside down on the sky. My hope was that none were spinning. Not much to do but watch as the rain fell in torrents. There was over an inch of rain in an hour……. durn no fireworks that night.
Next day I see where the neighboring towns had even more rain, but it was sold rain in chunks like tennis balls and more then Wimbledon could use. I went over there yesterday and oh was it a sad sight. Sidewalks were carpeted with green from the torn up trees. North facing windows were gone, skylights shattered, roofs pummeled and decorations broken. It was an insurance nightmare and a contractor’s bounty. Adjusters were showing up, roofers were cruising and there were buzzards floating about. Out in the fields crops were destroyed and the wheat harvest was just beginning. Insurance money will be around the town and be a small stimulus for the local economy, not much government money. Like one guy said, I won’t be saying much when I send my check in for insurance next month.
Mother Nature has power that politician’s can only talk about although a few politico’s like to think they are powerful gods.
The following day on the fifth the fireworks went off. I sat in the patio door, relaxed, had a cold one and enjoyed. Life was good for a moment until the pounding of yesterday came around again. I went over there and helped a friend do some clean up and fix a few things. Half his garden is gone after so much work, a brief moment and bang a pile of greenery. Life will go on, pieces will be picked up and parts will be patched..