On the first morning of autumn, September’s long-forgotten-and-seldom-seen sister dropped in from beyond the buttes.
Unreliable rain interrupted an eight o’clock swim. She had ghosted us all summer. Promised her return. Teased us with phantom forecasts.
She stayed for ten minutes. Long enough to soothe freckled shoulders, heal parched souls, and cast a creosote cocktail over the palms.
Her intoxicating personality was the change we needed to silence the sameness. To swim and dance again under the clouds of our desert dreams.
6 thoughts on “Rain”
Happy first day of fall. Today is the Autumn Equinox which means day and night are almost equal lengths. The sun will rise later and nightfall come sooner. Here’s to crisp walks and crunchy leaves, well at least in Ireland. Do people in Phoenix are aware that there’s another season between summer and the New Year? Thanks for sharing and have a good day 😀 Aiva
Happy autumn, Aiva. I remember those crisp falls and crunchy leaves from my Midwestern life. Winter in the Phoenix area in December and January is like fall most other places. Lows in the 40s and 50s. Highs in the 60s or 70s.
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I wish I could get excited about a September rain storm. This year is unseasonably cold and the rapidly diminishing days are leaving me depressed. Some desert heat would do me some good right about now.
Plenty of heat left here in the afternoons. 100 doesn’t feel ungodly to me anymore. I remember the feeling of the diminishing days of fall and the elongating darkness. Hang in there!
What a nice poem!
Great picture, too!
Thanks Tom. The rain was a godsend.