Dark Cumulonous clouds rumble and growl. White bolts of lightning strike downward. From above a spigot opens. It is like comfort food.
Living in Florida tests my premise and my enjoyment of storms. In the last four days heavy rain has flowed from that spigot. It is June and hurricane season must be planning a showy entrance with all this rain. I tease M. that he should remember to water the plants. He scowls and snickers at me.
Another issue to vex us is that with so much rain our roof is leaking again. There is plastic sheets with flat trays topped with towels lying around the Great Room floor. We thought that the roof had been fixed, but I guess if it rains hard enough it finds a way in!!
I have been here long enough to begin to see differences. This rain is early this year. Possibly, I should go out and buy canned food and a couple of gallons of water. If the rain continues, even stronger and with wind, I will think about buying supplies. If I do buy some supplies, M. will taunt and tease me. I will tell him it doesn’t hurt to have the larder full!! If we didn’t have food during a major hurricane I think I would not suffer, but he might need a little nourishment. M. and I are like Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean and so they licked the platter clean.
I prefer licking that platter when the downpour of rain and wind are like they used to be in the Midwest. There, they were like comfort food, but here I am not sure!