Summer's End

Puddles on the path!

I was awakened at 4 am when the bedroom was lit up with a flash of bright white. No, it wasn't aliens come to take me away. But it was something almost as unusual in these parts--a thunderstorm. We have gone so many consecutive days (weeks, no, months!) without rain that in my sleepy stupor I had trouble grasping what was going on. Then I started to worry about the stuff we have lying around in the backyard, a byproduct of our efforts to straighten out the garage--but when I considered running out to battle the rain in the pitch dark wearing my sensible flannel nightie, suddenly I became rational. Which is to say, I went back to sleep.

I had it on my schedule to do a longish run early, so when I awoke again at 6 am and it was raining only gently, I suited up, stuck a Clif Shot in my pocket, and headed out the door anyway. The morning turned out to be quite mild and only a little wet. I did a good, leisurely seven-and-a-half miler out the Ohlone Greenway. Didn't see a lot of other folks until I was headed back in. By then the sky was light and cars were on the streets and I was ready for breakfast. Maybe more rain on the way?

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Liz said…
We heard about the thunderstorms in your area and we also got storms later in the day (or the next day). I love when we get rain here because the sage smells so nice...so thanks for sharing your storm.
11:09 AM
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