This morning, in a single hour, everything our weather can do this time of year happened.
I got up and asked Garry to put out some food for the birds. I changed my mind because I heard thunder and then, lightning. Garry went out, but by the time he exited the door hail, the size of marbles, was pelting down and the rain was coming down as if someone had slit open the clouds. It wasn’t just rain, it was the start of The Flood, probably in honor of the upcoming Passover and Easter holidays.
Garry was drenched in less than a minute, so he put down the feeders on the deck and came back inside. In just another couple of minutes, the sun came out and the hail began to melt.
Thunder roared and lightning lit up the sky. The hail came back, turned into rain, then sun. I am told where there was open sky, there was a rainbow. We didn’t see it because after the sun, lightning, hail, thunder, and more rain — we had a few minutes of sunshine. After that the day settled down to a solid dark grey that lasted until night finally came and all went dark.
I know we often have erratic weather here, but never in one hour have we had so many kinds of weather. It was like all ten commandments, minus the frogs, boils, and blood in the water. Oh, and no death of the newborn babies. Otherwise, it was the plagues — but just for an hour.
The birds were confused.
I was confused.
Garry was just plain soaked.