Eek! SIXTY-mile-an-hour wind gusts? Say it ain’t so, dear Wunderground!
We’re told to batten down the hatches for a fine little freshet that’s swooping in from the southeast. And yea verily, just now we’re getting some startling rolls of thunder.
Not raining here at the Funny Farm yet, at just 9:00 p.m.
Wait, I take that back! The rain just started…and it is already pounding down. ohhhhh gawd, what a mess that pool is gonna be!
Oh well. At least we’re not out in it.
Just grabbed the chair cushions in from the side deck. One of them: soaked. The other: just damp.
Water is roaring against the bedroom window Arcadia door like someone is spraying the glass with a hose! Yipes!
And now… Huh! Suddenly it stops.
Weird.
Arizona is a weird place. One of its weirdest aspects is its weather.