As I stepped out that back door in the dark this morning, I heard the rain falling. Driving my morning sixty miles, trying to stay alert and avoid any need to slam on the brakes, I thought about Tucson rainfall.
Rain in Tucson is a rare treat. When I would wake in the morning to rain in Tucson, I would be overwhelmed by the desire to call in sick to work, find a book that needed reading, and curl up on the couch with Rudi and my book, next to the living room window that looked out on a stand of night-blooming cereus, and just visually drink in the rain.
I loved Tucson rains.
All I could think this morning was, "Yea! The snow will be washed away by tonight."
Quite a different viewpoint!
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