This summer has been the hottest summer on record in the state of Arkansas. I can tell you uncatagorically that I felt every day of it. It was darned hot. And this from a woman who freezes instantly in the air conditioning of every restaurant and mall she sets foot into. We spent our days inside and ventured out only in the early morning and almost never in the evening, for the summer never relented.
In the midst of all this heat, we experienced perhaps only one really good gully washer of a storm sometime in July. It was enough to stave off the imminent drought looming over us, but the brief bout of relief wasn’t near enough to carry us through the next three or four weeks. Until…
The most wonderful stormed loomed on us last week and brought with it more that just one tempest in its wake. We watched the clouds gather and foreshadow us. Our greatest fear they only teased us with much-needed shade and very little water was shattered as the first drops of water soaked the parched ground and gathered into rivulets of welcome refreshing relief.
The formation of the thunderheads is absolutely fascinating. Please excuse all the senseless cloud shots. Couldn’t help myself last Monday as we waited with bated breath for the invigorating downpour that followed all these pictures.
Don’t you just love the separation of light in the sky? Ordinarily this is a bad omen, heralding a tornado, but the conditions for such were nonexistent this day.
Just the roll of the clouds drew me in. Heck, my whole family ran around coaxing me to take pictures of the process.
Then it cloaked us in its last throes of darkness before gracing us with the most glorious respite of the entire summer. The horses welcomed the shower, water drenching them in blissful relief as the goats sought shelter in their igloo – all three of them crammed into the space to escape the down pour.
Incredible blessing it was. That is all I can say, making our farm our own little piece of heaven on earth.