The rain’s slacking off and the black is thinning to gray. Half an hour ago it was like midnight– at 4:30 in the afternoon. The water was coming down so hard into my carport, there were wavelets! Almost to the kitchen door.
Just a muffled patter on the roof now. But still the long, rolling, sheet-metal thunder of a summer storm in Florida — it’s letting go in stages. There goes another one. Softer still. Receding.
The ambulances don’t stop though. They’ve been wailing for ten minutes. Must be an accident, or maybe lightning hit something, started a fire.
The cat hurried away from his window-side snoozing spot, retreated to the interior hall to wait it out. Just sitting there, alert. He’s not taking any chances, nope.
My son lives in Texas now. Says he misses the storms of summer. Summers are dry in Texas. He used to be a storm chaser. He and his brother went after Katrina.
The ambulances have finally stopped their wailing, the rain’s even gentler. The cat’s gone back to his perch by the window. Guess it’s over. For now.