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An evening rain

                                                                   An Evening Rain

    An unexpected rainstorm after tepid daytime temperatures and windless conditions. Forecast indicated the system was to go north of us, but radar looked like we were in its southern reaches. Thunder a long way off heralded its approach, the sky filling with dark ominous clouds. A welcome coolness came across the skin as temperatures dropped and leaves at the top of trees began to flutter.
    I carried in our plastic picnic table, partially folding it to fit just off the aisle in our entry. Our seven year old grandson wanted to wait out the rain on his bicycle, but as lightning flashed behind the clouds, gramma told him to quickly come indoors and to bring his little bike with him. 
    Below the wide eave, I stood in the open door observing the oncoming storm. The rain fell straight down, hard enough to fill the rain gutter above, cascade out its lower open end and plunge splattering into the grass.

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