The last time I drove on I-10 near downtown Houston was a nightmare.
It was summer and the afternoon rains started at 1PM. By “rain”, I mean fist-sized drops of warm “earthworm water” hurdling sideways in a big gush from prehistoric green and black clouds. The rain on the South Coast is so big, that in mere seconds, visiblity on a 6 lane freeway goes to zero in an instant and you pray not to be seriously maimed by a tractor trailer or Chevy Echo.
By the time I reached the chiropractor’s office, I needed traction and was grey as a dead fish, worried about how I might get back home. Oh, why did I even go outside?! Five miles of massive flooding? A shut-down freeway? Would I need to camp out at the doctor’s or paddle home with alligators and cottonmouth snakes?
I don’t miss that.
That was no way to live.
Here in Sedona, we’ve been hearing about the impending Monsoons. Massive flooding? Swimming Attack Peccaries (they are related to hippos I understand…)? What?
Today we may have experienced our first monsoon. Gentle tapping on the skylights (I thought it was the dryer). Cold, wee raindrops about teaspoon-sized. Sprinkles. The refreshing smell of wet dirt. A little bit of cloud rumbling from the North.
Clouds rolling over the Red Rocks, a change from the hot sun.