Today it has been muggy and very hot; I’ve been sweating since I stepped out of the shower. My clothes are damp and dank and musky. My hair feels like it has been coated in olive oil.
Today I walked the dogs in the heat, chatting with a neighbor about the breathless feel of the air and the difficulty in getting anything done. I did some chores, pulled some weeds, picked some of Paul’s fresh strawberries, all while feeling the drips of sweat coming from my hairline down to the tip of my nose. I have kept the dogs in the house, under the whirring ceiling fan. We’ve all been drinking cold water and lying around as still as we can lie.
I love this weather. Today was tropical.
This afternoon, after my lunch of fruit and cold, cold yogurt (OK, frozen yogurt, but still…..) the sky began to change. The soft white clouds that have been drifting from south to north for the past three days began to stack up and turn gray. The sky went from the palest silky blue to gunmetal gray. The wind picked up and showed me the undersides of the maple and oak leaves.
All afternoon, I have been waiting. My poor old Sadie, my fearless lab who will face any pitbull or any scary human, has been shaking and panting for hours. Her only fear is loud noise, and she has stayed glued to my right leg all afternoon.
“You’re OK”, I have been telling her. “It’s alright.” We have been sitting side by side, watching the sky, for almost three hours now.
Finally, in the past thirty minutes, the storm has broken. The wind is arching the trees almost to the ground. The rain is pounding down and rushing down the drive in small shiny rivers. The flashes of lightning are made even brighter by the fact that the day has turned so incredibly dark. The house is hushed and close; all of the windows are closed, because the wind is swirling from every side. Sadie is crouched beside me; her eyes are so frantic. I wish I could tell her that we’re safe!
The lightning is striking close; much closer than usual. The last big crash happened just as the flash hit, and the whole house thrummed with the energy.
I am hot, and breathless and I feel the hair on my arms prickling.
I can hear the storm passing over us, moving off to the North at last.
I love this weather! This afternoon was exactly what I yearned for during all those cold and snowy drives home this winter.
I’m sorry, Sadie! But all I can say is, “At last!”