Winter’s are dry in Florida, but this year seemed particularly devoid of rain. The pretty lakes in our community withdrew from their shoreline and some became fetid as the 80 and 90 degree days sucked up the moisture this spring. I quit taking photo walks with my camera. Too hot and too few wildflowers to capture.
Finally it rained. It wasn’t just the afternoon thunderstorm that Florida specializes in most summer days. Somehow the lows, pressure systems and other weather factors conspired to produce days and days of rain. Thunder, lightning, heavy rain, a brief smattering of hail, steady hours of rain, drizzle, then back to a downpour. Wow, in four days the lakes came back to cover the six or eight feet of barren shoreline. Now the waterline is high and touches the grass.
In between the rain, we managed to fit in nine holes of golf on Monday and twelve and a half holes on Wednesday. Each time we had to dash for home with rain pounding on the roof of the golf cart.
We’re ever so thankful to see the rain after such a prolonged period of drought. It pushes away the fire danger and perks up all the plants. Maybe tomorrow I can take my camera for a walk to capture pictures of mushrooms sprouting and wildflowers bursting into bloom. I’m hearing lots of frogs harrumphing in the distance. The egrets and herons will feast on those.