Relative Something

Making plans to do anything outside in the kind of weather we have been experiencing of late is something of a crap shoot. At least we have the consolation of not yet dealing with the threats to life and property from tornadoes like folks to our south have been facing.

What we are getting is tantalizing sunshine that almost dries the grass enough to mow before the skies switch to gloomy clouds.

Just when you figure out those clouds on the horizon are sliding past to the south, another batch of heavy gray clouds show up from the north.

In the seconds after serving the horses their grain, the cloud drops its contents in a soaking downpour.

As soon as the ground is sufficiently saturated, the rain ends and sunshine returns to evaporate the water in steaming clouds off the asphalt driveway.

Rinse and repeat. Good luck finding grass dry enough to mow without difficulty.

If it is too wet to mow, I should go for a bike ride. I don’t like riding in the rain so I am really happy I didn’t get lured out by the temporary sunshine yesterday afternoon.

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