There were periodic claps of thunder in the distance and the dust had dimples from yesterday's rain drops. Sedona who is afraid of thunder stayed glued to my leg while I mucked and fed. Kersey didn't seem to notice the thunder or the periodic smattering of raindrops.
I rode Jackson immediately after chores, before breakfast. It was about 70F with brief, light showers of rain - just enough to make more dust dimples - while I was grooming him.
We started out with a warm up on the bridle path. Jackson didn't seem bothered in the least by the thunder and I know he doesn't mind the rain -- in the dead of winter, he stands outside in the freezing rain instead of inside his stall. At one point, I shifted in the saddle and Jackson jumped forward. My immediate reaction was to whoa -- and then I realized that I had inadvertently lightened my seat and he had correctly responded by going forward. And then I felt horrible. Instead of praising him for remembering the new aid, I stopped him. Oops.
Back in the arena, it started to seriously rain. We kept working anyway. I focused on transitions and balance. At one point while we were cantering, the sky let loose with a torrent. We didn't stop. I felt like a twelve year old running in the rain. It was WONDERFUL.
I have the best horse ever. We were cantering in the rain with thunder clapping and he never got silly. Jackson rocks.