Blowing bubbles in a rainstorm with thunder and lightning, too!

It has been raining quite a lot (for Victoria!) lately and there was even talk about possibly a THUNDER STORM!  Alas no.  But I remembered when there was thunder.... and lightning........  If  we  do get a storm - I will get out the bubbles!

(re-post)

Twenty minutes ago, the sky darkened.  Then there was thunder and then there was lightning;  actually I think it is lightning and then thunder.

These are becoming more common it seems, here in Victoria,  and we Ontario born and bred are less likely to stop and stare and listen and marvel and reminisce.

I had stopped reading and was staring and listening.

Then it started to rain - heavy, Vancouver-type rain.

Bubbles!  I don't recall blowing bubbles in lightning and thunder and rappaty tappaty rain.

So I blew them out the window and the storm blew most of them right back in;  at least for a moment.  Then, for a moment or two, several wandsful of bubbles went prancing madly out and about, high and low and I did not see one single bubble popped by a raindrop. 

The birds had left the feeders and gone back into the trees when the heavy rain started (they kept on feeding when it was thundering and lightning and seemed a bit skittish) but one nuthatch came sailing back in the midst of the rain and the bubbles and tsk'ed tsk'ed on the peanut feeder.

Then the bubbles went into pat-a-cake behaviour and then dosey-doe square dancing steps. I went and got the camera.

But twenty minutes had already passed and the rain was stopping and  the sky was clearing and Victoria was reassuring the tourists that the legend of Victorian "wait twenty minutes" weather was a fact; the bubbles, by now, were rather ho-hum.  If you click on the photo and squint you can see the ones that were still around for the photo shoot.

You'll have to take my words for the drama.

Posted on August 07, 2012 at 07:06 PM 

Twenty minutes ago, the sky darkened.  Then there was thunder and then there was lightning;  actually I think it is lightning and then thunder.

These are becoming more common it seems, here in Victoria,  and we Ontario born and bred are less likely to stop and stare and listen and marvel and reminisce.

I had stopped reading and was staring and listening.

Then it started to rain - heavy, Vancouver-type rain.

Bubbles!  I don't recall blowing bubbles in lightning and thunder and rappaty tappaty rain.

So I blew them out the window and the storm blew most of them right back in;  at least for a moment.  Then, for a moment or two, several wandsful of bubbles went prancing madly out and about, high and low and I did not see one single bubble popped by a raindrop. 

The birds had left the feeders and gone back into the trees when the heavy rain started (they kept on feeding when it was thundering and lightning and seemed a bit skittish) but one nuthatch came sailing back in the midst of the rain and the bubbles and tsk'ed tsk'ed on the peanut feeder.

Then the bubbles went into pat-a-cake behaviour and then dosey-doe square dancing steps. I went and got the camera.

But twenty minutes had already passed and the rain was stopping and  the sky was clearing and Victoria was reassuring the tourists that the legend of Victorian "wait twenty minutes" weather was a fact; the bubbles, by now, were rather ho-hum.  If you click on the photo and squint you can see the ones that were still around for the photo shoot.

You'll have to take my words for the drama.