The meteorologists claimed there was a good chance of thunderstorms today. Multicolored swirls marched across our tiny state on the
interwebs all day long. Warm, humid but not a lick of precipitation — until 7:30 this evening. I saw the indications on Wunderground before I heard the splattering raindrops on the roof outside my office window. To get closer to the rain without getting wet myself, I made my way to our wrap-around porch.
We are fortuante to have a couple of very large maples bracketing our house. They provide a playground for squirrels, offer substantial shade during summer, and produce interesting rain shadows. Once again, the pavement in front was damp while the circles directly under the trees' canopies were dry. As I stood there waiting for the water to find its way through the leaves, I glanced up as a sedan drove by. I'm beginning to realize I should always tote my camera with me in Willimantic. Here is what I witnessed.
Atop the car was a mattress. I'm guessing it wasn't tied down because the passenger was sitting through his open window holding the mattress down. He had a crew-cut and wore one of those shirts my nephew calls "wife beaters " — a white, thin tank top. I don't believe this endeavor was being conducted by academics. The driver was presumably trying to maintain the right speed: not so slow the mattress got rained on too much but not so fast that the wind separated the furniture from the automobile. I also have the hunch he was steering with one hand and holding onto his edge of the mattress with the other. Just past our house, the holder of the mattress leaned down and reported to the driver, in a somewhat pleasant tone, "It's fucking nice out here." Apparently I wasn't the only one appreciating the cool drizzle and the refreshing breeze. Hope they all have a good night's sleep.
interwebs all day long. Warm, humid but not a lick of precipitation — until 7:30 this evening. I saw the indications on Wunderground before I heard the splattering raindrops on the roof outside my office window. To get closer to the rain without getting wet myself, I made my way to our wrap-around porch.We are fortuante to have a couple of very large maples bracketing our house. They provide a playground for squirrels, offer substantial shade during summer, and produce interesting rain shadows. Once again, the pavement in front was damp while the circles directly under the trees' canopies were dry. As I stood there waiting for the water to find its way through the leaves, I glanced up as a sedan drove by. I'm beginning to realize I should always tote my camera with me in Willimantic. Here is what I witnessed.
Atop the car was a mattress. I'm guessing it wasn't tied down because the passenger was sitting through his open window holding the mattress down. He had a crew-cut and wore one of those shirts my nephew calls "wife beaters " — a white, thin tank top. I don't believe this endeavor was being conducted by academics. The driver was presumably trying to maintain the right speed: not so slow the mattress got rained on too much but not so fast that the wind separated the furniture from the automobile. I also have the hunch he was steering with one hand and holding onto his edge of the mattress with the other. Just past our house, the holder of the mattress leaned down and reported to the driver, in a somewhat pleasant tone, "It's fucking nice out here." Apparently I wasn't the only one appreciating the cool drizzle and the refreshing breeze. Hope they all have a good night's sleep.
