Rain arrives


Last evening and overnight we got real rain, enough to give some people a bad day. Not here, though. The Guru and I return from a quick morning walk just before eight, and the temp hadn’t yet reached seventy. So unusual—especially this year. Our rainfall deficit must have dropped dramatically.

It’s hard to take photos that convey the complex sky that signals a coming storm. This is a southwest view during the summer rainy season, in Oaxaca one afternoon, from up on El Mirador (well, near the overview).


  1. Pooh says:

    Hmm, I thought as the picture scrolled up slowly… That doesn’t look like how I remember Hotlanta. Oaxaca, standing in for Hotlanta, as a rain double. What’s the matter, Hotlanta afraid that it will get its hair wet?

  2. Sammy says:

    Just checking to see if you’re awake! Plus, too many trees to get good sky shots from the shelter of either the front or back porch. I have puddles, raindrops on this & that, could take rain-streaming-window-glass pictures, but don’t have good threatening-skies-over-Atlanta photos. So, I thought I’d hit the archives. Look for a local image today!

  3. mouse's moom says:

    Yeah, I wondered about the palm trees. I mean, I think Atlanta *has* them, just looked a little more tropical.

  4. Sammy says:

    Can’t fool you Eagle Eyes! (Palm trees here only in very protected settings, like conservatories. Different story in South Georgia.)