Thirst

It hasn’t rained in Fort Davis since Thanksgiving. Think about that for 2 seconds. Christmas and New Year’s came and went. We arrived out here in January. Mom and Dad visited in February. We left for a trip to the West Coast in March, and were gone a month – most of it in the Motel 6 in Nogales.

I know it can be boring to talk about the weather, but Thanksgiving was a long time ago. That’s a long time for it not to rain.

All that changed on Monday night.

The clouds rolled in in the late afternoon, as they often do:

(They don’t call it High Sky Country out here for nothing…)


But this time,

Bam!

Crash!

Kapow!!

(That’s the Church in the Mountains, across the street from our house. You don’t think they should worry, do you? That lightning is striking right through their steeple? )

It was a spectacular storm, accompanied by a steady, heavy, drenching rain. The likes we’ve not seen since, well, since November.

Aaahhh..... said the thirsty prickly pear cactus:

Aaahhh.... said the thirsty pecan trees:

Aaahhh.... said the thirsty chocolate daisy wildflowers:

Aaahhh.... said the other thirsty prickly pear cactus:

Aaahhh.... said the thirsty globe mallow wildflowers:
.

Aaahhh.... said the thirsty barrel cactus:

Aaahhh.... said the Thirsty Girl:

Aaahhh.....