Here is a picture taken after hurricane Ike.
This has been an unusually dry summer. In fact, we are in a drought and the grass is beginning to die. Let's all pray for rain. Here is a poem I wrote reflecting upon my childhood summers:
Summer Rains~ by Laurie Kolp
Memories of my childhood summers
fill me with warmth and happiness
as I recall the great times;
swimming like a fish,
sleeping like a bear,
sunning like a goddess,
having fun at the beach,
weekly trips to the library.
Perhaps the most disappointing
summer memory I have as a child
is the hot afternoon rains that would
invariably come at inopportune times
causing me to miss scheduled
tennis lessons I couldn't wait for,
swimming lessons I loved,
and birthday parties in the park.
The rains would come down
predictably each day
causing anxiety and disappointment,
but then, just as quickly as they came,
the rains would go away.