This morning the weather started to look sort of ominous until about 10:00 AM when instead of looking ominous it started acting that way. The first thunderstorm of the day dumped about six or seven tenths of an inch of rain in a remarkably short time. We turned on the Weather Channel on the TV and many handsome weather persons were explaining that they had lots of data and multi-colored diagrams to indicate the weather was going to be ugly with flash flood warnings, tornado warnings and nasty thunderstorm warnings but no real, detailed information about where all the nastiness was to take place. It turns out is was here.
The arrival time of the storm front was revised many times and, since nothing was really happening where we were, we decided to go to a restaurant called Tunk’s in nearby Boyce. Tunk’s is located at the edge of Kincaid Reservoir and offers superb views of the water from your table. It ain’t cheap but the food was superb with Peggy’s shrimp dinner and my Snapper Ponchartrain served up by a sweet kid named Desiree. Right about time we finished gorging ourselves, the next thunderstorm let loose a truly amazing torrent of water, delaying our departure about 20 minutes until we could walk the short distance to our truck without getting soaked. One of the locals waiting with us on the roomy porch claimed the downpour was a “frog strangler.”
The downpour continued throughout our drive home when the storm ratcheted up to delivering about a half inch an hour mixed in with spectacular lightning and almost continuous very impressive thunder. By bedtime, the large drops of rain drumming on our fiberglass and plastic home had created a din inside the trailer that was sure to make sleeping tough.