I sit in the Tucson Mountains on a chilly January afternoon. Two warm months without rain are ending. Snow covers the desert peaks above me.
Fine rain comes down like glowing diamond dust out of the cloudy, yet sunny sky.
Thunder beings rumble above the nearby mountain top. I guess they don't care. Snow pellets bounce down the dark, weathered volcanic boulders like pachinko balls. When they come to rest, they melt immediately. Cars wind their way through the narrow mountain road below me.