It rained here on Wednesday, a pretty rare event. We only get fewer than six inches a year here in Bakersfield, and it rained over half an inch ... in October? Freakishly weird.
Except it wasn't. I alone am responsible for ending last year's drought. It rained every time I planned to attend a show last year. And guess what Wednesday was? Yep, you guessed. It was lesson day. The morning started with heavy rain, but by noon it was absolutely gorgeous. At 4:45 p.m., as I was saddling, enormous black clouds covered the sky. I rode over to JL's anyway. At 5:05 p.m. the thunder began it's song, the wind began to whip the trees, and the clouds began to loosen their grip on the heavy drops of rain that they harbored. It began to pour. Dejected, I rode back to the barn with rain cascading off my helmet. I unsaddled. By 5:30, the clouds had moved on and the sun shine brightly. The storm had passed. Crap.
We rescheduled the lesson for Saturday. No rain is in sight and the footing is now perfect. Maybe someone upstairs loves me after all!
Have a great day!