Last night was warm enough to leave a few windows open. Which was fine until the robins woke up well before the sun and started screaming “Get Up! Get Up!” to the whole neighborhood.
FINE! I was awake. With one eye I looked at my Yahoo Weather app. Temp in the fifties, wind, three mph. Maybe I could get in a bike ride before the day hit the fan.
I was dressed and carrying my bicycle out the door before I realized the student on the University Public Radio Station I was listening to had probably phoned in the current weather conditions and most certainly had NOT looked out the window.
Big purple clouds were rolling in from the west dragging a curtain of rain. I told myself the storm was far away and that I’d almost certainly make it back before the black weather arrived.
I almost did. I was on the hill above town when the clouds rolled into the valley. The first big blops of rain began to leave spots on the pavement around me and I could hear distant thunder. Then lightning started shooting out of the sky and I realized I was alone on a high place with a metal bicycle. It was all downhill from there. Funny how fear can remove fatigue.
Fortunately the worst part of the weather went north and I made it to our driveway just ahead of the downpour.