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hot weather storms

This past weekend brought some interesting storms. We delighted in watching the temps quickly drop from 102 to 89 and then back to the mid-90s as the rain disappeared. The hot breezes before a storm have been interesting.  The aftermath of the storm has been a bit bizarre as well.
 The top of this tree collapsed. We've had to cut a section of its V before, so we thought this time the entire top was gone.  But...it's not.  There's still one tiny branch sticking out! Some trees just die hard!
I had a hard time getting the light setting adjusted on my camera so I could capture the rainbow. It was clearly visible in the bright sky (the previous picture gives you a sense of how bright it was outside) but my camera refused to register the bow's reflections without some major adjustments. Rainbows always excite me, and remind me of the song I learned in middle school:
What kind of music does a rainbow make?
What kind of song does it sing?
Oh, it's a happy kind of melody and it brightens everything.
For the rainbow is a promise that God is in control.
Oh the rainbow is a promise that He'll always keep my soul!
What kind of music does a rainbow make?
What kind of song does it sing?
Oh, it's a happy kind of melody and it brightens everything.

I've always enjoyed that visual reminder.

Comments

Lydia said…
Oh- I like that song...or at least the lyrics. I've never heard it. Maybe you could sing it and post it for us to hear:)
Jennifer said…
i agree..i've never heard it before but i like the words.

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