I am sitting on the terrace listening to the quite noisy birds and enjoying the evening’s good weather. Not so earlier this afternoon when, in spite of blue skies and the rare fluffy white cloud, this cloud parked itself over our heads at RED and let fly with a downpour.
Sheets and a heavy pounding of rain enough to obscure drivers vision and encourage backwash onto the disgusted bicycle riders. Desperately trying to call home I was unable to reach George leaving me to imagine my drenched laundry drooping on the rack.
It was just luck, good fortune or the opportune placement of a few smokers this afternoon that had us sitting inside rather than out under the overhang. At first it had been only me sitting and wondering if I had once again failed to find the right place or just had the group willing to stand me up. By 1630 there were eight of us ( do I count the small howling one or not?). I was able to find a home for several paperback mysteries and sampled an excellent piece of cheesecake.
The rain lasted only about 20 minutes after which the air seemed clean and drops sparkled on the edges of all the outdoor cafe furniture that won’t likely be seeing use for the rest of the evening.
I am off to load more books into Bookcrossing and will drop them off on the way out of town tomorrow.