Dark, ominous clouds loomed on the horizon Monday night as I rode my Harley out of Roanoke and headed home after a long day.
Then the lightning started. I stepped up my pace. This looked like a storm that I needed to beat home.
Even with what appeared to be an approaching storm, the rapidly-falling darkness did not diminish the heat in the Roanoke valley. Cooler air did not rush into the vents of my jacket until I topped Bent Mountain on U.S. 221.
Lightning continued to flash in the Southwestern sky. I rushed towards home with a wary eye on the sky and an even warier one on potential critters along the way.
By the time I turned off 221 on Poor Farm road the lightning flashed every few seconds and the rumble of thunder could be hear over the Harley’s exhaust. Rain seemed imminent as I turned off Sandy Flat Road and headed up the hill towards home.
I pulled into the garage confident that I had beaten the rain.
But the storm never came. It veered south, just like so many have this year. The grass at Chateau Thompson remains dry and parched. The forecast over the next few days shows some promise of rain and relief.
We need it.