Oh Dear, First Storm

Oh Dear, (said in my most moarnful Eyore voice). Good Morning!

(Yes, Mel, my trees have faces, but the bear bit off my lips.)
I'm not complaining, by any means about the weather..
The sun barely peeked through after our first rainfall, leaving barely 3/4 inch of rain on our still frozen swamps, woods and slowly melting creek.
The slightest of rainbow crossed the eastern sky by time I retrieved my camera from the 4-wheeler parked in the barn. The music left by falling rain, still resonated in my ears. I love the sound of a powerful rainfall.
Angels wings were forming in the clouds,
showing us there was not fear in the next storm that arrived less than 10 minutes later,
pushing creek water fast east to west.
The air was still warmer than the ground causing much fog to form across the fields, on the highway beyond, and
in the swamps., trees and brush still dripping with raindrops. (Click on any picture for a closer view.)
Every spring since my son was old enough to pick a flower, he has brought me my first bouquet of spring. This time it was pussy willows. I hope he will never outgrow this. He's getting married next year. Do you think he will then forget ?
Parts of our state were hit by 5 different tornadoes, but we were missed., I'm grateful. In stead, our day ended with a beautiful sunset. ben (oops, GrandLove Ben had to write his name...)

Thanks for stopping. Have a memorable week and God Bless!

BlessYourHearts