Green is the cold of the month. It was more than 100 degrees in town this afternoon and we’ve been hearing peals of thunder rolling across the valley. So far, not a drop of rain. It must be raining somewhere and not very far away, either.
The valley is funny. It can be pouring in town yet dry a few miles south, Duke isn’t afraid of thunder. We’ve been fortunate in that none of our dogs were afraid of thunder or firecrackers or, for that matter, bullets when the deer hunters forget that people live here. Tinker, used to go out and bark at the thunder. I could hear her shouting at the storm: “You can’t scare ME! I’m a hound!”
A storm might break the heat. I remember when I was a kid when we got this kind of weather, we knew there’d be a thunderstorm before night came. You could feel it in the air.
These days, you never know. So far, it’s just hot, humid, and hazy — what they call a “triple H day.”