Desert Rain

I woke up to find my cell screen covered by droplets of water, except…the drops weren’t real. That’s the way my android announces the weather. Living in Phoenix, Arizona, I rarely get a glimpse of magic rain. Today was the first time in about 100 days. Imagine that, 100 days without an ounce of water.

Two evenings ago one of the local channels did a special on how the people from the Arizona Game and Fish Department, in charge of wild life conservation, plan to bring water to the secluded and very dry watering holes of various local wild species. We take water for granted, turn on the faucet and voila. Meanwhile, the original local creatures are dying of thirst.

That’s why those fake droplets filled my heart with joy.

Often, after an unexpected downpour I find myself humming an old song by French singer Gilbert Becaud, appropriately titled Le jour où la pluie viendra. Translates to The Day when the rain will fall. ‘The trees, crying with joy, will offer their branches.’

I’d like to add that all creatures large or small will also rejoice, the day when the rain will fall—again.

10 Responses so far.

  1. Jeannie says:

    Lucky you! Tempe got only a five minute, six inch rain…one drop every six inches. Hopefully, the watershed we get most of our water from got more.

  2. Maureen says:

    Keep wishing it would rain around here but I know it won’t. At least the monsoon season seems to be bringing some rain. The lightning always amazed me when I visit my sister’s family in Tucson this time of year. Otherwise I love walking in the rain.

  3. Mary says:

    Yesterday while I was walking back down my driveway after getting the mail I noticed that a puddle was almost dried up. Finally. I sure wish I could share my Washington rain with you!

  4. Mary, now i want to visit Washington…

  5. Nostalgia time. In the 70s I lived in the dry Arizona desert. I loved the short thunder and lightning bursts that occasionally happened on hot summer days. Sounds like there have been none this year.