Last night I read the weather forecast for today. “62 degrees and rainy,” it said. When I pried myself out of bed this morning to go to class, it looked like it was about to rain.
At the end of afternoon discussion, it looked like it was about to rain.
As we got ready for the “Qualifying Tea” honoring the Junior class, who passed their two-year-exams last spring, it looked like it was about to rain.
After the tea, I walked outside with my camera.
“Is it raining yet?” I asked the house manager.
“No; but any minute now!” she said.
As I subsequently walked with some classmates to find a location for an impromptu photoshoot, I warned them, “This won’t last long; it looks like it’s about to rain!”
Now, close to midnight, as I sit here safe and snug in my room, I can finally hear the rain pummeling our roof.
Oregon is funny like that.
November 7th, 2006 at 3:18 pm
It rained so hard last night that me and a friend both nearly missed our alarms because we couldn’t easily hear them with our open windows letting the beautiful noise in…
And on a seasonally related note, in the past day or two the tree outside my window has flushed a deep red and is gorgeous. The one right behind has also dropped to a golden yellow.
November 7th, 2006 at 6:46 pm
I’d hate to be a meteorologist in Oregon…