The promise of rain always excites me, something different than the norm. The rain washes the earth and confines intolerable souls to their dark corners. Only the hardy and happy humans brave the rain. We hear trash talk like " I am going to stand in the rain" or "what a day for a walk in the rain" when in truth you could not throw their weak phony asses off the porch.
One of my favorite sounds is that of thunder rumbling through the mountain valley and then the sound of rain drops on the leaves or streams. God gave us such simple things to enjoy but yet we are always in search of bigger and better. A lawn chair, camera, thermos of coffee and snacks sitting in seclusion far from worries and advice of assholes is the true "Good Life".
Me and Jane went to a location to view a new eagle nest last week. As we walked through the woods between the nest tree location and shore of a lake we could see dark clouds and hear thunder far across the lake;this only added to the experience of the day. As we returned to the vehicle rain started slowly and then huge rain drops started. We drove to a point that overlooks the lake in a effort to spot a chance sighting of the eagle flying to a roost to avoid the storm. No eagle was observed but the snacks were good in the rain and the conversation was better.The rain was falling so hard we could not have seen the eagle if it had been on the hood of our ride.
