It has been raining the past several days here in the Ozarks, and much of it has been a steady, heavy rainfall. The farmers know that rain is a good thing, and it is a comfort of sorts to face the end of the year will full to overflowing ponds and streams.
But enough already!
A couple of days ago we had nearly four inches of rain in a twenty-four hour period, and with the rain came a startling taste of cold weather. Yesterday evening the sun came out for about an hour, and I was so hopeful for a nice day today. Rosie and I were up before dawn taking out the trash, and the air was warm. My anticipation for a nice day was soaring!
But the rains came. Oh my, did they come! My rain gauge rose 2 inches in just a couple of hours - and that warm air is, of course, meteorological history. And just to rub salt in the wound, the trash man is off celebrating Columbus Day, and I will have to be up before daylight again tomorrow carting my refuse to the road - and it will probably be raining!
Here is what 19th century poet Mary T. Lathrap thought of the rains in autumn: