It’s times like this that I’m so fucking greatful I’m a witch that works with the weather.
So this afternoon, I was fetching the laundry off the line when the wind picked up and I could sense rain was on the way. All good. Nothin to worry about.
I head inside to do some folding and 15 minutes or so later I hear the rain start up on the tin roof.
Then I hear my sister shout from upstairs that “Dad’s on the roof!”
I swear my heart stuttered as I threw my folding off my lap and bolted up the stairs. As I ran towards the upstairs verandah, I started tieing my hair in tight knots, and comanding the rain to sease - just for a moment - so my dad could get off the roof and safely down the ladder without slipping.
I reach the base of the ladder and call to my dad to get off the roof… and the rain eases until, within a few moments, it stops completely. The clouds seeming to pause at my frantic pleas.
Thankfully my dad was able to get down off the tin roof without slipping and plummeting to the ground… and I could untangle the knots from my hair and let the rain and wind out to play safely this evening.
Now, I’m sitting with my family listening to music and the rain patter on the tin roof… so greatful that I’m a weather witch.