Well how do you like them little green apples?

Yesterday evening's torrential toad-strangler, which dumped nearly an inch of water on the dessicated lawns and gardens of Roseholme Cottage, apparently kept itself neatly confined to the north side of I-70:

There was no rain at the National Weather Service office in Indianapolis, so our streak of day [sic] with no measurable rain now stands at 25 days. Unless we get .32" of rain Saturday this will go in the record book as the driest June ever.

Mother Nature took another whack at it around 0430 this morning, as I was awakened by booming thunder, howling wind, and falling branches to see this on the radar:

That looks like it may have gotten a few drops in the bucket down at 6900 West Hanna Avenue.

As a side note, local news anchor Jenny Runevitch penned the following:

When the skies opened up, extreme drought gave way to downpours. Heavy rain drenched people and parched plants. Even penny-sized hail pounded the pavement and grass, which has been bone-dry for weeks.

I am as awestruck by amazing acts of alliteration as anybody, Jenny, but you went one 'P' too far with "parched". That was just gratuitous, and further, it made it sound like the rain was parching the plants. Bad anchor! No hairspray!

PS: While we're on the topic of weather, it always amuses me to go look at the climate charts of remote islands in Wikipedia:

The Falklands, for instance have an average January high of 55 degrees and an average July low of 30 degrees. Chatham Island has a daily mean temperature that fluctuates barely a dozen degrees over the course of a year.

Meanwhile, here in the continental interior (“humid continental” climate,) we experienced a forty-seven degree temperature swing between Wednesday morning and Thursday afternoon, and the spread between the record summer high and record winter low is over a hundred and thirty degrees.