Last night the wind moaned around the house most splendidly. I woke up from time to time to press my ear to the wall to see if I could hear rain tinkling through the downspouts. There were only a few spatters of rain during the night -- the deluge came as soon as I set foot at school in the morning. The water came down in waves; sheets slid down my windows. My portable is located on the far perimeter of the campus and it's a long walk from our classroom to anywhere else. The children loved it. First, coming to class through the pelting rain at the beginning of the day. Half an hour later, back to the mult-purpose room for our awards assembly. Then back to my room. Then back to the multi-purpose room for lunch. Then back to my room. I was surrounded by soggy kids all day long. Other than one of them stepping on my umbrella and breaking it, the day went fine.
Tomorrow morning I'll be driving back to school to help at our school's Christmas Bazaar. The 4th grade is selling pies to help pay for our springtime overnight trip to the ocean.
The next storm is due to hit in the late afternoon. Hopefully I'll be back home by then. I want to be sitting at the window, watching the rain and sipping tea (or a glass of wine). This rain is wonderful.