“I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain... Coming down on a sunny day?” - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Whenever I hear this song I can’t help but think of the beautiful monsoon rains that we get here in the southwest. During the late summer, out of nowhere, dark clouds will roll in, covering the sun and turning the scorching air into a comforting warmth. Then, just as suddenly as they appear, the rain and clouds vanish, leaving behind an earthy, fresh scent and puddles of water as the only clues of their brief presence.
Monsoon season brings new life to the desert mountains that we call home. The land turns from a barren brown to a vibrant green. Snails appear, worms emerge from the damp ground, and birds sing and chirp with excitement.
My happy place is sitting on the porch with my sweetheart, soaking up the warmth while watching the lightning off in the distance. Then, as the clouds move closer, moving indoors and listening to the bold rumbling of the thunder and the heavy drops of rain falling on our old tin roof.
These summer storms are one of the many reasons that my heart belongs to the southwest.
