After the Storm

The desert can be quite fickle; from clear blue skies to this.   Lightening lit up the sky all night; enough thunder to cause the little dogs to dive under the bed covers.

And rain.

I woke to puddles and tree branches in the street.  The pretty pink are bougainvillea leaves floating in rain water along the curb.  A lone pinecone was blown out of the tree and landed perfectly upright.  Pine needles filled some gutters along my walk.

 The moisture seems to have stimulated the earth.  For a moment I thought that I had seen a little Elfin run and hide underneath.

 From the east side of the lake, the sky was clearing up to its trademark blue. 

The sun was peaking through the trees.

And a long legged lady wore a lamp shade in the window of a neighboring home.

tee hee

Only in the desert do the sprinklers still need to run after a rain.

Even though it may look like a lot of rain with little floods here and there, that is simply because the earth is so dry, the water just runs off.  We are not prepared for great amount of water here.

Further down my walk on the west side of the lake the sky was changing again.

Yes, the desert can be quite fickle.  Perhaps that is why one hears mention made of “Mother Nature”. 

After all, a woman has the right to change her mind any time she pleases.