After over 100 days, Phoenix finally received rain. Like when I was growing up, the wall of dust came first. Naturally we were out walking the dog when it finally reached us. Pink skinned and stinging from the blowing dust, we raced home.
And then came the smell.
Wet earth. It is the best scent on the planet especially after such a long dry spell.
Then there is the hiss of rain on wet asphalt.
And the golden sunshine turned to liquid silver. I love the monsoon season. I love the dust storms and the rain.
The humidity is another issue. I think I’m gonna graft a set of gills on my lungs to breathe. How do folks in the green parts of the country survive?
Rain, rain fall today
And again another day
If you don’t, I declare
I’ll cloud seed the atmosphere