Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
‘Idál (Justice), 4 Kalimat (Words), 165 BE – Tuesday-Wednesday, 16, 2008 about 7:38 PM PDT It finally rained. Sixteen days into July, sixteen days into the monsoon season, we got rain in Las Vegas. Liquid water falling from the sky dropping onto our houses, our streets and any tourist foolish enough to be outside. Beautiful wet rain descended onto Las Vegas leaving puddles in driveways and slowing traffic in spots. I heard thunder, but saw no lightening. I heard the rain dropping onto the cement outside my house. I stood in my open front door and watched the water fall from the sky. I watched the water drip from my open garage door and from the roof of my house. I did not go out and walk in it. All though, considering how little rain we have received this year, perhaps I should have. I may not get another chance to walk in the rain again this year. I left my car in the driveway and it rained on my car. I missed my chance to go wash my car without the water police giving me a ticket for washing my car. All though, they would probably have given me a ticket for polluting the street with soap. All right, maybe the last sentence was a bit of an exaggeration. |