So there I am…minding my own business…sitting in a parking lot doing what mama’s do best. Waiting.
Oh, I had a good book and a bit of crocheting, but it was hot. Too-too hot to even think.
I fanned myself. I drank my water. I re-parked in a less sunny place. Nothing, however, could change the fact that it was indeed 103 degrees in our little spot of Heaven.
When all of a sudden a few warm and wet rain drops started to fall. Out of the blue. I figured out where that term came from because the sky had a few sunny clouds–but none directly overhead. Nothing…It was weird.
As if they heard my thoughts on the subject a few more brave clouds began to roll in…
sprinkling a few more raindrops. I am positively in love with the smell of rain-wet streets so I not only left the windows open so I could take it all in…
but I pushed the car door open too.
And I can prove it.
In Hawaii, they say that nearly every day there is a sweet little cloud burst. Just for a minute or two. No need for an umbrella. Hardly even enough to get you wet.
and then it’s gone…
leaving barely a trace.
Four minutes–start to finish.
Take that, Hawaii.