This was the sky for most of our drive down to Roundrock last weekend. I had actually gone out running very early that morning and could see the stars. But in the time it took for me to get showered and dressed and the get the truck packed and on the road, the big clouds had rolled in and the rain was falling hard. We had to drive through some serious rain — with the wipers on full — for about half of our trip down.
Ahead of us, though, we could see the front edge of the storm, and we were gaining on it. Our only goal, then, was to get ahead of the storm, navigate the tortuous gravel roads into our bit of forest, get the truck unloaded, and then sit on the porch before the big storm caught up with us.
And we managed to do that, mostly. By the time we reached the cabin, a drizzle was coming down. We managed to get all of our gear under cover and our selves in the comfy chairs before it began raining harder.
Of course because I had risen so early to run, and because I had such a challenging drive, and because I had an early lunch to digest, I decided to devote the rainy time to taking a nap. And so I executed that plan.
When I woke an hour or so later, Libby was gone. (The truck was still there, though, so that much was good. I assumed she hadn’t gone far.) What had gone far, though, were the clouds. An hour after I laid my weary bones on the bed, the sky cleared and was a brilliant, blemish-free blue.