Rain in Arizona

We had a little monsoon action this afternoon so me and the boys went and sat on the patio to watch it come down. They like the rain even more than I do, and that's saying a lot.

Growing up in Louisiana, you take rain for granted. It's just there. Everything is green and damp most of the time either from the rain or humidity. I always enjoyed the rain there, except when it rained so hard I wasn't allowed to go out in it. After all, rain+dirt=mud and mud is what little boys dream of. When we lived on the lake, I loved to take the pirogue out by myself and just watch the rain hit the water. I would paddle all over the lake, having my own little adventures in the rain. When the rain got too heavy, I would get underneath a tree and wait it out.

Then, we moved out here...for the last time. Cough...cough...water...water..pleeease..I.need.some.water.

I learned pretty quickly how precious the rain really is. Heck, water in general is gold here. The ground is so dense and dry that when we do get rain, it seems like the desert busts open with new life that just appears from nowhere. And then there's the smell. The smell of the desert after a rain is my most favorite smell in all of nature. It's smells so sweet and clean. This place makes you appreciate the little things nature gives us. We really only get two seasons; Spring and Summer. It's either 72 or 116. So any sort of "weather" gets everyone pumped up around here.

It fills my heart up seeing the boys learning to love this place as much as I do. Don't get me wrong, I love Louisiana, but Arizona is where my boys are from and where my wife is from. This is where my heart is. I wouldn't move anywhere else for the World. Well, maybe for the World, but nothing short of that.