In the world of the desert, rain is reality changing. When you live in the desert long enough your nose becomes like that of a hound for the notes of water. When it rains the air is filled with the scent of water and earth, and the dusty, sagey pastels of the desert are transformed into vibrant gold, red, chocolate brown and the all surrounding evergreen. The sagebrush shows its silver, and I swear that you can feel the Earth's appreciation.
In the destruction of a three year drought, this kind of fat, heavy, day-long rain makes me giddy. It may as well be Christmas for all the bubbly joy coursing through my blood today. The fire is lit. The spice of incense is in the air. Warm lamps contrast the gray-blue sky of clouds. Somehow weather is more glorious in the mountains.