Early this morning we were all awoken by the sound of a torrential downpour of rain. It was still dark and very miserable outside. All a part of Spring.
This afternoon Mick and I went down the Crick to see what it looked like all swollen.
Yes it is weird to say Crick when it is a Creek but when in Roman…yada, yada, yada.
It finally stopped raining and the “CRICK” looked kind of cool. It also made me glad that I gave up living in the Forest. It’s wet and mossy here.
The trees are starting to bloom which is a good sign that Shady Days are coming closer and closer.
The Roomie loves the rain. Probably because she’s never had to live outside after a rain. It’s damp. ‘Nuff said!