joy to my heart

This afternoon after Truett came in from working, he asked,  "Did you blog today?"

"Nope," I snapped.  "I had nothing to say. . .e pecially after my last two stupid posts."

And then we went about our afternoon chores in High Springs: cleaners, check on weed-eater, buy mower blades and last but not least. . .Lotto!

Well, about 6:30 p.m., after we were finished with chores and were resting before the thought of a dinner came to fruition, I called my twin, Sherry. 

While I was chatting with her I said, "Wait.  Listen to this.  It's starting to rain." 

And I held the phone out toward the driveway for her to listen to one of the sweetest sounds in the world in Florida.

Rain.  Rain in Florida, after a long, hot, humid day, is a glorious sound.

No lightning.

No thunder.

Just the steady drumming of rain on the roof and an occasional Slat! Splat! on the sidewalk.

I have no picture with this post.

I have nothing that can tell you of the wondrous smell of rain.  But then, I think maybe GLADE'S SPRING RAIN HOUSEHOLD SPRAY would be the closest thing for you to relate to.

It is now 7:16 p.m. and the steady rain continues, although there is thunder. 

AsI told Sherry, "The rain brings joy to my heart."

   

Comments

[Sam]

Don't see yourself short. Your last two posts were great. They show why you are a great teacher your creative mind which makes learning fun. Keep up the good work.

[Sherry]

Now I've heard the Florida rain twice today.

[tina]

I heard the rain AND I smelled it (and not with Glade).
Thanks Merry!