…with thunder rumbling,crashing and cracking while lightening whips across the desert skies! It’s been a lifetime since I’ve been here to see and feel this. And oh, the wind! The cottonwood trees and weeping-willows flail madly and add their voices to the prelude. For now, it’s a big cacophony mixed with the Chopin Nocturnes. I can only hear the piano when the thunder pauses. Soon the rains will come.
My dearest love spent so long alone with the monsoons when he wrote his love poems and sonnets about the rain. Here are some of them I’d like to share.