Distant thunder rolled down the pass in the late morning. From the back porch, you can see slow dark clouds pulling a narrow line of rain across the valley floor. Like a gigantic gray shower curtain. The clouds come out of the north-west, not a massive storm this...just some drops for a very dry land.
The back porch has a few metal chairs. No pillows. No dynamic other than the sight of clouds, forming and reforming, thunder rolling louder. At first a scent of rain. Then a few drops. Then more. Then hail. Not everyone was watching...some folks caught up in the day to day, e.g., gotta get the tent up...alas a bit too late.
And then it is over...sun comes back. A group of three sisters occupy the front porch...having an annual get together...playing cards, eating cherries, laughing...enjoying being with one another. Enjoying the day. No rain can dampen this party.
