In Arizona it’s more ‘monsoon’ season than summer season.
Yes, the summer brings the ‘dry heat’ we are universally known for, but it’s the monsoons that bring the rains, wild flowers, green grass and cool things down. It’s in every conversation across the water coolers across Arizona, ‘where are our monsoons’, ‘we need some rain’.
The monsoons bring much needed moisture to our forests and trees, to our gardens and landscapes. With the coveted rain also comes lightening, and fires.
As we travel across the state, we are reminded of our dry rain storms as we traverse dusty roads, thirsty oaks and brush drooping toward the ground seeking water.
Smoke and haze rise from the horizon as lightning strikes bringing more grief than relief. Red sun-balls rise through the haze with awesome eerie sunsets and sunrises.
The new dawn rises despite the fires and the sun shines toward the horizon revealing the ghosts of fires past, surrounded by new lush green growth.
Our much needed rain and critical monsoon season is the life blood to our wilderness and her inhabitants.
Nature has amazing resilience and tenacity, despite the drought we have encountered.
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