Friday morning we woke up at the usual time–0330. Sure, it was Friday and we were exhausted from the week, but when I went outside the early morning air just felt odd. Very odd. Heavy and hushed and like something was coming.
I mentioned it to the hubbinator who isn’t a morning person and just grunted as he made his breakfast.
Then we walked outside. He perked up a little bit. Yeah, it’s odd. Very odd.
We kissed goodbye and he drove away.
He figured out about a mile or two down the road why everything felt so odd–it sprinkled.
Like real water coming from the sky. It was enough to glue the dust to our windshields but didn’t touch the ground. Still it was rain.
Phoenix and Arizona are in their 21st year of drought. This year we are about 42% of our annual rainfall, which is usually 7 inches. The main reservoir feeding Central Arizona has a bathtub ring that can be seen from space. It has been at least 2 months since we had any rain. If I had known there was the possibility of getting rained on, I would have stood outside in the dark and waited.
I asked the hubbinator if he thought we’d see rain soon. Yeah, when we move out of the state.
Until next time, stay healthy.