July 13, 2013
The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing — a blanket — the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water. – Douglas Coupland
Mid-July through the end of August is monsoon season in Colorado. During this time of year, the moist air from the Gulfs of California and Mexico is swept up towards our state creating powerful, drenching afternoon rains. As these storms roll in, the sky darkens ominously, the lightening cracks across the sky and the thunder rolls. Rain falls fast in heavy, drenching sheets and then rushes down the streets and sidewalks in mini-floods. The world is transformed into an exhilarating roller coaster ride. Eventually the storm passes and the air is cool and the world smells fresh and clean. All of nature seems to breathe a sigh of relief.
…I absolutely love this time of year.