In Phoenix, we are in the midst of the monsoon season. Twice a year, winter and late summer, we get our annual rainfall. The last few monsoons have been lamentably dry but this summer we are getting rain.

Rain is wonderful.

Okay, there isn’t as much rain as I’d like (I don’t think there ever will be unless that whole 40 days/40 nights thing comes back:)). But there is rain. Glorious rain, that I go out and stand in whenever I can.

It is awesome.

Which leads me back to fear. Our Arizona heat is hell on windshield wipers. It warps and twists them, rots them where they sit until the blessed moment when the raindrops hit the glass and changes all that dust to mud.

Then the wipers smear it around until there’s only that one narrow strip that allows me to see where I’m driving.

So I need to replace the wipers. I know it; now you know it.

But I fear if I buy new wipers then the rain will stop, the wipers will rot, and I will not get to stand in the rain until winter.

Alas I’ve come to the conclusion that I must value my life more than the rain.

This weekend, I will go to the store and if there are any wipers for my truck I will buy one, maybe even two.

I just hope the forecast for days of rain comes true. LOL.

Until next time.