Rain is fleeting in the desert, precious for its water no matter the season, no matter how much has or hasn’t fallen.
Rain gives life. It gives the New Mexico landscape more ephemeral gifts as well, gifts even more fleeting than the afternoon storms that bring them: cooling relief after the building heat of the day; the wonder of water falling—sometimes in soft drizzles, sometimes in raging sheets—from a sky that had been clear turquoise blue moments before and likely would be so again in a few moments more; the scent in the air after the storm has passed, the desert’s most heady perfume; the delight of ripples on puddles that will soon be gone.
Sometimes, here in the desert, rain feels like a memory. Remember the rain, my friend.