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Sunday's rain was copious and persistent, with a particularly intense downpour after eight o'clock in the evening. The wind was furious and lashed the rain against the south wall of the apartment so hard that it sounded as though he plaster were being peeled off by a rain of shrapnel. For a while I thought it was hail but when it died down a bit after half an hour or so I opened the door and looked out and saw nothing on the ground but water.
During that half hour the lights flickered frequently, and I was surprised that we never lost power. Across the state some 800,000 people did. I was also surprised that I didn't get flooded, but only a bit of rain that the wind blew against the front door leaked in, and that little rivulet I was able to sop up with half a dozen paper towels that were handy. Altogether it was the most furious bit of storming I've experienced since moving here five years ago. I don't know if there was any thunder, as the wind and rain were so loud that I couldn't have heard anything else, and I kept the blinds drawn tightly so didn't see any flashes, other than the periodically flashing house lights.
The calm of the softer rain which followed the downpour was so placid by comparison that I'm sure it contributed to the serene nap I took from ten o'clock Sunday night until three this morning. In recent weeks I haven't often felt rested after sleep, but this time I did. The quietude was so pleasant that I spent a couple of hours just reading in bed before getting up and starting the day. Although the forecast says there should be more rain today, at the moment I'm seeing bright sunshine leaking through the blinds. No more spectacular storms are in the pipeline, and very little rain until later this month. I think that the recent storm might have been the worst (or best) that this winter will throw at us. I haven't checked the snow reports yet, but I hope the mountains got a lot.
During that half hour the lights flickered frequently, and I was surprised that we never lost power. Across the state some 800,000 people did. I was also surprised that I didn't get flooded, but only a bit of rain that the wind blew against the front door leaked in, and that little rivulet I was able to sop up with half a dozen paper towels that were handy. Altogether it was the most furious bit of storming I've experienced since moving here five years ago. I don't know if there was any thunder, as the wind and rain were so loud that I couldn't have heard anything else, and I kept the blinds drawn tightly so didn't see any flashes, other than the periodically flashing house lights.
The calm of the softer rain which followed the downpour was so placid by comparison that I'm sure it contributed to the serene nap I took from ten o'clock Sunday night until three this morning. In recent weeks I haven't often felt rested after sleep, but this time I did. The quietude was so pleasant that I spent a couple of hours just reading in bed before getting up and starting the day. Although the forecast says there should be more rain today, at the moment I'm seeing bright sunshine leaking through the blinds. No more spectacular storms are in the pipeline, and very little rain until later this month. I think that the recent storm might have been the worst (or best) that this winter will throw at us. I haven't checked the snow reports yet, but I hope the mountains got a lot.
