Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

An old journal entry I found the other day.

July 25th
It was rather overcast today, and in the afternoon, we had a violent rainstorm. It poured, first in filmy sheets, then in thick bucketfuls. Everyone (in Utah, at least) was grateful, for we're in a drought, and droughts mean shorter showers, less bathing and itchy, dead lawns. Today the H2O slid very gracefully in large waterfalls off the roof and into the gutters. It was quite pretty, seeing the mountains and valley take a well-needed, highly-deserved cleansing. The house looked nice, too, and all of the thick, gray clouds held back the wicked hot rays of the devilish sun. The temperature dropped from the regular bloody ninety-five to a deliciously relaxing seventy-six, a good twenty degrees of difference. The wind blew thin wisps of cool air all around so the oxygen all through the yard didn't feel so heat-thick and dry, and instead of sucking all of the hydration out of you, it reinforced in inside. It was a great day. I made paper snowflakes and played outdoors in the clammy feeling of protection around everything without the dreaded danger of ultra-violet light from the sun. The wet and water pleased everybody in Utah, probably, except the cat. Hunter hid all day, he's not fond of so much moisture. It's not raining anymore, but the clouds are still heavy overhead. The moon appears as a fuzzy yellow patch of felt high above the hills.

And then I went on to list the Major Problems of the World that I would Love to Fix but are Way Out of My Control.
Dang, I had grammar problems! I hope you liked that entry as much as I did.
Signed, Janay