The weatherman wouldn't have survived in Old Testament times. Back then, if a prophet was wrong, he was put to death.
Our weatherman said the heat would lessen and there was a mere 10% chance of rain.
It's gotten hotter, and it's rained.
Somebody, get a kite. I'll get a key. We'll have the news station cover the weatherman pulling a Benjamin Franklin. (Not really. Ben didn't actually fly the kite. He had a family member do it for him!)
I'm spoiled by Southern California's balmy weather. We have one season a year: Picture Perfect.
So imagine our surprise when we got a heat wave paired with nasty humidity. The muggy, oppressive weather reminds me of Oklahoma/Louisianna/Georgia. Dry lightning is striking, worrying the firefighters since the drought has left vast tracts of land ready to go up in flames. Suddenly, rain falls--but not enough to soak the land. It's just enough to turn our world into a sweltering sauna.
I think of my relatives, farming in this kind of weather back in the 1800s with no air conditioned tractors.
And those poor women who had to wear layers of clothes and cook over cast iron stoves!
Misery washes over me to think of others who have ancestors who were on plantations, fighting heat and malaria.
And I think of how so many of our WritesPassage sisters who live in this icky-sticky weather now. How much ice do you go through in a day? How many showers do you take? Even though we're not supposed to use talc, do you cave into the temptation and dump on a pound or two each day? Is the ice cream man your hero? What are your stay-cool tricks?
For sure, this spell of weather has me glad I'm bound for heaven. The alternative is unthinkable!
Heading to the fridge for a popsicle,