I went for a ride on Sunday. When I left my house, the sky was bright and gay. When I got to my halfway point — East Tennessee's AgResearch and Education Center — the sky was this:
Shortly after I took these photos, I got wet. Really wet.
The sky opened on my way back towards town. I was drenched instantly and struggled to see through the rain and leaves as the wind shook them from the trees.
Only 15 miles to go . . .
“Life is 10 percent what happens to you and 90 percent how you react.” — Charles R. Swindoll
Luckily, I've lived in East Tennessee long enough to know that the thunderheads wouldn't follow me home. I fought against my angst—in fact, I laughed at it (and myself, for getting myself in this situation)—and twenty minutes later, I was beyond it. Downtown Knoxville's streets were wet but not pooling. By the time I arrived home, everything was dry . . .
Everything besides my socks, that is. =D
"If you're going through hell, keep going." — Winston Churchill
“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” — Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
P.S. Prayers for those in Florida right now! A hurricane is a whole different level of wet.