...the event all desert dwellers wait for.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
A strange phenomena happens here when the temperatures never gets below 100, and land is especially parched.
Desert dwellers begin to dream of rain and moisture. Relief. We talk about it. Dream about it. Live for it.
It happened last night. After the sun had set, and the evening darker than usual.
The big clouds came that billow and tease. Often it's so dry that you can see rain falling but it evaporates before it hits the ground, teasing us with the delicious smell that comes from moisture in the desert. Not last night.
We watched the lightening as a little squall rolled in from south. It's a show I have never seen else where. Lightening that doesn't just strike from sky to ground, but plays in the clouds like children on sugar.
The wind started to kick up with a cool, comforting, feel.
We piled in the car and got some ice cream. Then we went to our local park, where the kids ran around as if they had never been outside.
The Boy, who is a country boy at heart, ran around with his hands in the air, catching large droplets of water on his face and saying, "I'm actually COLD! I'm actually COLD!"
The Girl got back into the car. Lightening, even when it still far away can be scary when you're eight. I know, I remember.
On the other side of the park stand the baseball fields, lit up by giant flood lights. The rain, began to fall heavily on that side of the park. We could see the rain drops shining under the lights. We remained dry.
The Mister said, "Here it comes."
And two minutes later, it was raining on us.
...then we just sat there in the car and watch the wonder of monsoon.
The beauty of water in the desert.
Y'all, it made me happy. Which is saying something, cuz I'm already a pretty happy girl.
What makes you happy today?
Because I provided water in the desert,
rivers through the sun-baked earth,
Isaiah 43:20 (MSG)