I write this from the dessert of the great southwest. Rain here is a big deal. And I mean a really Big Deal. I’ve seen everyone stop work for ten minutes to stare up at the sky, getting drenched to the bone. Of course, it rarely rains for longer than ten minutes, and even the harshest supervisor hasn’t the heart to put a stop to this. In a good year we might see as much as 2 inches of precipitation. Little grows that doesn’t have spines and massive roots. We get sandstorms more often than rainstorms. When it does rain the clay-packed-to-adobe can’t absorb it and it floods. There aren’t any storm drains, why build something that will never get used?
We went outside, right as planned, about 2 this afternoon. I got everyone sunscrened and swimsuited. We started filling the kiddie pool. The wind picked up. Clouds blew in. This took all of 2 minutes. J got wet and cold. Pb started acting the brat. We were outside all of maybe 10 minutes before I brought them back in, got them dressed, de-sunscrened, busy playing. I jumped in the shower and lay down for a few minutes’ rest. When I got up it was warm and sunny with the faintest breeze.
I’m sure that if we’d stayed out another 10 minutes those thick dark clouds would have started dumping cats and dogs. Instead they went to rain on someone else’s parade. Sigh. We really could have used the moisture. It looks to be another wickedly hot and dry summer. Next time I’ll put down all the windows on my car before I go in. And find some important papers to leave on the seat.