I’m talking about rain.
This year, in our part of the world, it’s mostly famine. Two weeks ago we had four days of rain during which Victoria, Texas got about 8 inches, depending on whose measurement you believe. Other than that brief time span, we’ve had almost none. For months!
Every growing thing responded immediately to the moisture. By the time the ground was firm enough to run the mower across it, the grass was six inches high. Areas of my lawn which had not needed mowing all spring suddenly produced enough volume that I had piles of clippings in every spot where the mover made a turn.
Four days later it was time to mow again. Now, a week later, I once more have about 6 inches of grass to cut.
But now the ground below the vegetation is dry and powdery once more. When I mow today I will throw up clouds of dust when I pass over some sparse areas.
And then, unless we get another shower, I probably won’t have to mow again because all growth will shut down pending more moisture.
The rain we had was welcome. In fact, it was desperately needed by those with livestock who depend on pasture to support their herds.
But did it “break the drought?” Not nearly.
People here are starting to talk about how “nice” it would be to get an Alberto-strength tropical storm to dump additional inches of water on this area. Well, okay; but let’s be careful what we wish for.
We haven’t forgotten Katrina, have we? And what about Rita, where the evacuation efforts (some ill-advised) killed more people than the storm did.
Given that choice, I’d opt for continuing famine (of rain). For now, at least.