Flash, boom, wind, and rain. Sprinkling on my head.
Washing away the dust and pollution; cleaning up this city. Cooling us down.
In Tucson, June rain is a very rare treat pounding on the roof of my adobe house. Draining into the cistern.
Red child watches million volt streaks slashing the dark sky, zapping the earth. The power. The ozone odor.
A few drops of June rain are worth gallons of CAP water. Plants love it. Pray for a good monsoon season that starts early and runs strong & long.
Thank you, forces of the universe, for the pure healing rain. See the clear sky in the morning.