And the rain brings the cool. I took the dogs out for a run in the industrial sprinklers of West Valley Middle School across the street this evening just as thunder clouds were rolling in. We ran and played in the rain as the cloudbursts slapped fat rain drops across our faces. The air was still heavy with the heat of the day but the wind was cool and the rain cold. It all swirled together and gave the moment a dense tangibility. Marvelous.
There is a massive grassy hill behind the school where if you climb up above roof level (and you can climb much higher) you can see much of the city. This I did (while the dogs tired themselves out running up and down) and was treated to blowing patches of falling rain splattering the roof tops for miles. Hey, when you only get eight inches of rain a year you’d better enjoy it when it comes.