I notice thick cumulonimbus thunderheads moving towards us from the west. A lizard skims across the Navajo sandstone. Locusts take short flights from the junipers and sagebrush, their ratchety wings sounding like playing cards stuck in bicycle spokes. Pretty soon, the thundercloud rumbles overhead. At first the drops are small and feel good but they soon get larger, splattering fatly onto the dry ground.
Legs itch in the tall, wet grass.
Empty stomachs rumble. The rain doesn't quit but lessens enough for Mike to head out again. I am feeling tired, hot and a little lightheaded. My legs start feeling tingly, like dozens of ants are crawling up and down them. I look down and notice that dozens of ants are crawling up and down my legs.