Rain swollen streams, that is. This morning, thunder rumbled and crashed around my bedroom high in the trees. Soon, raindrops pounded against the skylight. Two hours later, as I drove ASW and Bear to school and myself to vote, big fat drops still splattered and plopped against my windshield.
Rain, glorious rain. As I took these pictures, I breathed deeply, and the air smelled like pure, cold oxygen. Normally, this month brings gray days filled with more ice and snow, not rain. Although it’s the shortest month on the calendar, it can be the longest in the year for gardeners. For those of us who live in fear of drought, rain in February is a big event.
While we were getting ready, Bear asked me why we had thunder. She doesn’t like the loud crashes and bangs, and much of April and May she spends in our bed, not her own. I explained that it was very warm yesterday (78 degrees; we broke a record,) and a heavy duty cold front slammed into that warm air. Thus, we had thunder. She gave me her most knowing smile and said “Or, God was sending us our guardian angels for protection, and when he does, it makes a lot of noise.” Oh.
According to the Cooperative Observer Site for the National Weather Service, Guthrie (i.e., central Oklahoma,) had an average rainfall of 36.09 inches for the years between 1971 and 2000. That sounds like a lot. However, native Oklahomans know most of the rain occurred during the months of May (5.48) and September (3.63) with June and October being a close second and third. The summer months in between are nearly dry, except last year, when we had 13.09 inches in June. That’s why you see soaker hoses snaking through many of my old photos. I now know better and move them out of the frame or cover them with mulch, but they’re still there. My hope for this summer is to get a sprinkler system. I’m going to take bids soon and see if they fit anywhere within my budget.
We normally get 1.85 inches of precipitation in February. So this is a double blessing. We didn’t get our usual snow and ice, and we received rain. Of course, there’s always someone who doesn’t enjoy the precip. Check out these longhorn cattle I snapped as I drove to the little Baptist church where I cast my vote. It’s out by the Lazy E Arena, and they are probably owned by the ranch. Taking shelter under some trees, they don’t look too thrilled. I wouldn’t be either if I had to stay outside.