A sudden thunderstorm one hay day afternoon.
Catches the men unready and unawares, way back up in the fields.
Almost catches the laundry out, but I outsmart it by ten minutes.
The drops plink on the sumac fronds, depressing the leaflets one by one, like hot green piano keys played by ghostly hands.
A sumac player piano. I like that.
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I do too!!!
Linda
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Wonderful picture you painted with your words!
Linda, the rain was falling in perfect rhythm
JB, thanks, it was too dark for the camera....so.....
That imagery tickled me . . the plinking on hot sumac leaves BUT on Saturday July 18 as we passed your farm ALL HELL WAS BREAKING LOOSE!!!
It rained. NO! It POURED! It was raining so hard that your house materialized for a couple seconds during a brief let-up and I barely had time to honk as I was so busy trying not to get rear-ended and stay on the road.
Whew! I'll bet you're not praying for rain this summer :0)
Cathy, I was wondering when you would be going by....glad you made it home safely. We are not praying for rain you are right....a little nice, dry hay weather would be appreciated.
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