Sometimes they were due to a careless camper. At other times, they were started by sparks from power lines taken down by high winds. In either case, the wildfires during the dry season would ravage the countryside, threatening homes, farms, vineyards, and lives.
This wildfire season was no exception, and thousands of acres burned from the out-of-control fires. But then the unexpected happened and a very unseasonable downpour, the likes of which rarely came during the hot, dry summer months, doused the fires, saving countless acres from devastation.
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
My wife and I had just finished watching the final, season two episode of Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan on Amazon Prime last night, which is a very good series if you can stream Amazon Prime shows. Anyway, it was about 9 pm and time for me to take our dog out on her final walk of the day. It had been raining on and off all day long so I got up and looked out of the window to see if it was raining. The sidewalk out front was wet, of course, but I didn’t see any sign of rain.
I opened up my iPhone’s weather app and it told me that it was currently cloudy and no more rain was expected until midnight. Then, just to double check, I opened two other weather apps I had downloaded. Accuweather told me that there would be no rain for at least the next 120 minutes. And my Weather Underground app assured me that I needn’t worry about rain until around 11:45 pm.
And so armed with three professional weather forecasts, I got my dog into her harness, attached her leash, and, leaving my umbrella behind, we set out on our walk.
We were about half way through the typical 20-25 minute walk when the downpour began. We sought shelter in an alcove in front of a small apartment building. I was hoping to wait out the deluge, but after about 10 minutes, my dog was getting antsy, so we braved the rain.
Needless to say, we were both drenched by the time we got back home. And I was pissed.
But it’s a new day and my wife and I I need to hit the grocery store today. Fortunately my weather app says no rain until 3 pm. And it’s only 12:30, so this is a good time to….
WTF!? It’s pouring out!
My Monday peeve is directed at smartphone weather apps, which are neither very smart nor very accurate.
Written for Paula Light’s The Monday Peeve prompt.
The legend of the boy on the turtle was well known throughout the village. It was a rainy Monday and the boy didn’t want to get his feet wet. So he summoned his pet tortoise, climbed upon its back, and directed it to carry him across the street to his school. The turtle readily obliged, and the boy managed, despite the downpour, to keep both of his feet dry.
Word of this miracle spread quickly. The town elders commissioned an artist to commemorate the event in bronze and placed the statue in the town’s pond for all villagers to admire.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Cyranny.
“Please be careful up there,” she entreated me.
“Don’t worry, this ladder is very safe and secure,” I responded. “Besides, after that downpour on Thursday and the ensuing leak, someone’s got to get up here and take care of sealing this ceiling now that the roofer has fixed the roof.”
“I get it,” she responded, “but don’t forget that you lost your job and you don’t have any health insurance.”
“I can get coverage through Obamacare,” I noted.
“Well, I guess if you’re going to fall and break your neck while sealing the ceiling, better to do it now before the Republicans are successful in sealing the deal to repeal Obamacare.”
“Thanks for bumming me out,” I said. “Maybe the ceiling will come crashing down on the GOP in the midterms next year.”
“One can only hope,” she replied.
This post was written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week, where we are challenged to write a post using the words “sealing” and/or “ceiling.”