I didn't see any jets flying overhead during the firestorm. However, a few days after it was contained, they were up in the sky criss-crossing leaving their contrails behind. They were like little kids scrawling on a wall, having fun. It was then a warm sunny day.
Last night, however, I could hear the rain pouring. It had come, our much needed rain of the year. We hardly have any this year and we welcome this precipitation. On the other hand, there is danger of mudslide on places ravaged by the fire, especially on the hillsides. Without any vegetation to hold the water the ground will likely slide downhill and drag with them homes.
Mist has covered the hills beyond.
When I woke up this morning, the ground was soaked by the downpour, and it was still raining. Mist has covered my little town and the hills beyond were not visible. The trees, grass, flowering plants and other vegetations were gloriously soaking in the precious water. Everything was washed down clean ...even my dusty old car parked in the driveway.