Posted on September 23, 2007 in Weather
There was a roar around midmorning when recreational vehicle enthusiasts hitched up their trail bikes to their monster trucks and SUVs to spin their wheels in the mud the day after a freak September storm. At the same time yesterday, I bent my head and rushed to my truck. Water spots darkened my pants as I sought the shelter of the condominium eaves and a grove of liquid ambers. The rain soaked the ground and wet the road enough to make it slippery. Cars spewed up a fine mist that lasted after I reached the edge of the cloudfall.
Now a private plane flies over, its pilot enjoying the sky-cleansed views that go on forever.