You'll never believe what happened here on Friday.
And I wasn't around to witness it, damn it. I saw a few tiny puddles on the road coming back from town and figured
there must have been a little shower, but the rain gauge at home told me .23" of liquid gold had fallen on the ranch.
This is barely a drop in the bucket for most folks, but out here, it's a reason to party like there's no tomorrow.
Then on Sunday, it rained again! A whopping one-hundredth of an inch!
And this time I was home to watch it in all its glory.
Rain is such a rarity in these parts that we stop everything to stare at it in wonder
and get our noseprints all over the windows.
Smooch: ...83, 84, 85, 86...
It was almost suppertime when the storm hit, and Wynonna got caught in the
torrent 87 drops that fell.
Afraid she might melt, she ran back to her stall to wait out the downpour.
Smooch: Time to wash the windows again.