I’m dry. Sitting in bed. Thinking about my day. Shower. Read my book club book. The Consequences of Fear by Jacqueline Winspeak. (It’s a good mystery that takes place in London during the WWII blitz.) Turkey Chili for dinner.
It’s been raining at Hanna Park in Jacksonville for three days straight. Three sunless wet days. It started as intermittent sprizzing. Yesterday, the rain was steady, but the drops seemed to be widely spaced. Today, it’s a tropical torrent. Even Django the dog wasn’t much interested in his 7 a.m. walk.
Rain is part of outdoor life.
It’s also surprisingly rare these days. We have traveled off and on for 5 months in the trailer since January 2021. This is our first real rain spell. In the past, rain was a nighttime phenomenon. Or it happened for an hour and a rainbow emerged.
The three best things about rain is:
1. It will stop, precipitously, at 1 p.m. The sun will come out, and a walk will be our reward.
2. It drives out the fair weather campers, so the campground is sparsely populated.
3. We aren’t in a tent.