What a morning. Last night I had insomnia and was wide awake till 1 AM. May not be impressive for many of you, but I had been very sleepy earlier and was thinking about going to bed at a normal hour and suddenly, Boom! I’m awake. Really awake. That kind of 5 shots of espresso in 20 minutes awake. Why? Beats me, unless it had something to do with the weather changing.
Oh, yes. Rain again. I was finally deep in dreamland when the weather alarm I have by my bed went off. Very loud and piercing, being an alarm, you know. Why keep it by my bed, if it’s so annoying? Because if you live in Tornado Alley, you want to know if something is going on out there. And it keeps going off if you don’t shut it off. So I keep it by my bed so I can hit the little button that shuts off the godawful alarm and lets the information be heard.
Flood warning again. When it started listing all the towns and counties, I just winced. Two inches in nothing flat dumped on flood ravaged areas while they are still trying to clean up and repair. Thunderstorms training through my area, dumping more and more and more rain. Wondering what training is? Picture being under a railroad, with a long train loaded with cars full of water passing overhead, each one dumping its load on top of you as it goes by.
I looked blearily at the clock and sighed. Barely 5 AM. Gah. No going back to sleep, either. Decades of waking up well before dawn to be at work on an early shift has left my body incapable of falling back asleep once I’m awake. Groan and creak my way out of bed. Stagger to the bathroom and after a quick glance in the mirror, avoid my reflection. Eccchhh! Mumble and stumble my way afterward to the kitchen and try to get the coffee water poured into the correct opening on the coffeemaker. Listen to the rain.
At first, my brain was humming, “Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain…”, making me feel rather mellow, then for some reason, Johnny Cash’s “Sunday Morning Comin’ Down” began rolling through. Probably lack of sleep and looking at the forecasts about a disturbance in the Gulf maybe about to dump yet more water on us next week.
Maybe I need more coffee. Maybe I need some bacon and eggs. Maybe I need to look at more cat and dog funny photos. (I looked at my bank balance before coffee this morning, too. Probably a big influence on my mood.) I suppose I just need more sleep, but I won’t get that unless I can grab a nap this afternoon after church. Won’t be so bad if it’s still raining then, which they say it might be. Napping during a rain is terrific.
Until then, I’ll just try to ignore the mood setting sound effects coming from the roof. I loathe feeling melancholy. If we were still in drought status, it would probably be the happiest sound in the world. But after a month or so of flooding, I just sigh and stare out the window, waiting for the sun to come out again. Hope that coffee kicks in soon.