I love the sound of rain. I love the smell of rain. Walking in the rain doesn't bother me in the least. I was awakened by the ping ping ping sound on my bedroom window the other morning. Then a huge ka-boom. Finally, some much needed rain. As I lay in the dark listening to the storm it dawned on me that all that rain would leave behind be coup sharks teeth on top of the sand out at the beach.
One of the best times to look for sharks teeth & fossils is right after a good hard rain. The water run-off clears the top layer of sand & leaves all those buried sharks teeth & fossils right on the surface. I reached over in the dark & set my alarm for 7am.
When my alarm went off several hours later the Hubbs was already up and had made a fresh pot of coffee. As I grabbed my to-go cup & filled it with my favorite Creme Brulee Coffee mate & coffee He just shook his head and laughed. "Going somewhere?" he asked rhetorically.
|Rain pounded sand at Stump Pass State Park|
|Even this stick of a tree celebrated the rain with some green shoots|
|I started the jar last summer. Here it is after months of hard sharks teeth collecting.|
|No two are alike|